Zaraki Kita's cooking skills weren't on the same level as master-level talent, but the food she made wasn't bad at all. When Konan was in a good mood, she'd occasionally cook, but in terms of flavor, it couldn't compare to Zaraki Kita's dishes, which were richer and more flavorful. The saying "graceful in the hall, skillful in the kitchen, can handle both petty fights and scoundrels" probably applied best to someone like Zaraki Kita.
After enjoying a meal that perfectly suited her taste, Konan lay back on the soft sofa, rubbing her full stomach while watching the melodramatic 8 PM drama with her lover. Lately, Zaraki Kita had become obsessed with this soap opera—a period drama set before the Warring States era about a bumbling warrior who fought for justice. In Konan's eyes, stripping away the samurai setting, it was just a messy story of a man and two women, cliché plots recycled over and over. Yet Zaraki Kita watched it with such enthusiasm. If it weren't for Masahiko's slightly handsome face, Konan wouldn't be the one rubbing her stomach in embarrassment—Zaraki Kita would have been rubbing it for her.
Damn it… who's the guy playing Masahiko? What country is he from? He really deserves a visit! This trash show better not have a next season!
Thinking that, Konan nudged Zaraki Kita's leg, who was giggling at the screen, her tone a little sharp.
"Is your taste really like Masahiko's?"
Zaraki Kita shook her head, still smiling foolishly.
——Not bad. Pretty handsome.
He definitely deserves a visit.
"Is he really that good-looking? How boring… how is this different from that other stuff?"
——No difference. I just watch it because of Masako Kamijo. She's so funny.
Damn it… gotta guard against the men and the women. Masako Kamijo as the lead? In Konan's opinion, she's ugly. If she's in a drama, either she slept with the director or paid him a huge sum. Definitely not hired on merit.
Watching Zaraki Kita get absorbed in the drama again, Konan showed her extreme discontent, nudging her lover's waist with her toes.
"Can you have some taste? Raise your aesthetic standard."
In Konan's view, neither Masahiko nor Masako belonged in the "good-looking" category, so Zaraki Kita's obsession with them was lowering her standards.
——In your eyes, nobody looks good.
Konan's face turned red, too embarrassed to say anything aloud. Even she felt this crush was ridiculous. The esteemed Angel of the Rain Nation acting like a fangirl? She was a "terrorist," for crying out loud. If anyone found out, it would be catastrophic.
Not hearing a response from Konan distracted Zaraki Kita. She turned to look at Konan lying on the sofa, her delicate, slightly pink face prompting a questioning expression.
"Who do you think is more attractive, me or Masako Kamijo?"
——No contest. Masako Kamijo.
Konan: "…Get lost."
Zaraki Kita smiled, eyes squinting, lying sideways on the still somewhat empty sofa, grabbing Konan's hand and finishing the sentence she had deliberately left incomplete.
——How could she compare to you?
"Keep going, and you won't see Masahiko or Masako again."
Zaraki Kita smiled, proving her point with action. She scooped Konan up around the waist, eyes focused solely on her, and strode toward the bedroom, leaving the TV in the living room still playing the story of Masahiko and Masako.
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