[Sure, that isn't to say that Makoto is his only friend here, but Makoto is someone who does, in fact, mean a lot to him. It's hard to say just why he wanted Makoto here first, though. Maybe it's because it just felt right, that the first person he invites over is first person he'd met, the first demon to have a situation so similar to his own. Maybe even it's because he still wants to make up somehow for how their initial encounter went, even if he'd apologized for it several times over by this point.
He'll leave it at that, though. The feelings he have seem too significant to be described by anything else, and he's always been quick to grow attached to people once they've gotten into his good graces. His smile is quick to grow, quick to widen as Makoto admits that he could eat, and that's good, because he'd certainly made a lot. Kazuya nods, waving Makoto to follow him to the kitchen and dining area. It's much more expansive than the relative normalcy of the house might otherwise imply, but honestly, that was one part he didn't want to skimp out on as he got settled. It's clear that the intent here was to always have guests, to always be able to cook for the people he cares about.
And speaking of care, a lot has seemingly gone into the meal. It's high quality, and well prepared and presented. From the sushi to the tonkatsu to the okonomiyaki and gyudon (He remembered the meal they had together on their date!), it's all fresh, and all ready to be picked through for eating, served in rather luxurious bowls that also don't quite fit the aesthetic Kazuya was going for.]
I had some help with some stuff from a demon, but since he's apparently the official chef of high ranking demons where I'm from, I don't think it'll be too bad. I'm definitely better at making sweets than actual meals, but practice makes perfect, right?
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[Sure, that isn't to say that Makoto is his only friend here, but Makoto is someone who does, in fact, mean a lot to him. It's hard to say just why he wanted Makoto here first, though. Maybe it's because it just felt right, that the first person he invites over is first person he'd met, the first demon to have a situation so similar to his own. Maybe even it's because he still wants to make up somehow for how their initial encounter went, even if he'd apologized for it several times over by this point.
He'll leave it at that, though. The feelings he have seem too significant to be described by anything else, and he's always been quick to grow attached to people once they've gotten into his good graces. His smile is quick to grow, quick to widen as Makoto admits that he could eat, and that's good, because he'd certainly made a lot. Kazuya nods, waving Makoto to follow him to the kitchen and dining area. It's much more expansive than the relative normalcy of the house might otherwise imply, but honestly, that was one part he didn't want to skimp out on as he got settled. It's clear that the intent here was to always have guests, to always be able to cook for the people he cares about.
And speaking of care, a lot has seemingly gone into the meal. It's high quality, and well prepared and presented. From the sushi to the tonkatsu to the okonomiyaki and gyudon (He remembered the meal they had together on their date!), it's all fresh, and all ready to be picked through for eating, served in rather luxurious bowls that also don't quite fit the aesthetic Kazuya was going for.]
I had some help with some stuff from a demon, but since he's apparently the official chef of high ranking demons where I'm from, I don't think it'll be too bad. I'm definitely better at making sweets than actual meals, but practice makes perfect, right?