[b][u]Ryuu Yamauchi[/u][/b]

[i]In what way? Oh f-ck, now that she mentioned it, how the hell am I supposed to help her?[/i]

The otaku himself was actually a pretty decent cook due to the fact that everyone left him alone (how would he eat goodies if his mother did not make good food for him that often?). Unfortunately, he had a pretty different method of cooking. He was good at following instructions and doing random stuff, but when it came to doing things without manuals...

He one time created a radioactive bomb out of ramen. He bet that Albert Einstein would tip his hat at him for being such a dumb-ss.

[i]But if my waifu- er, [b]FRIEND! [u]FRIEND![/u][/b] Yeah, if she's getting all of this for katsudon, I guess that means that she knows how to make food.[/i]

The dark-haired student was deep in thought... before realizing something. She was carrying a grocery basket by herself. He should carry it!

"Any...way!" Ryuu said with an awkward pause, looking a little flustered at his own lack of confidence in cooking. "First things first, I'll carry the groceries for you. Here!"

If she allowed him to do so, he would take the grocery basket and follow her around. The otaku wondered what it would be like to learn how to cook under her wing. She would guide him strictly, but nicely at the same time, according to his predictions. She would probably do weird hand motions for him to memorize while he made food, and move his arms around like so many tutors did. And she would get closer to him and-

[i][b]MARRIAGE! HALLELUJAH, MOTHERF---ER![/b] But that'll come w-aaaaaay later for a doofus like me. For now, I better just focus on helping her out.[/i]