PART 87

Sky, absorbed in the task, carefully prepared Nani's favorite dish.  The sizzle of the pan punctuated the quiet kitchen. Nani watched him, leaning casually against the wall, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Woah, you can cook?" he murmured, surprised. Sky nodded, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration as he stir-fried the onions and garlic. The fragrant aroma filled the air, a testament to his skill. "Actually, it's only my second time cooking," he admitted, his voice calm and steady. "My mom used to teach me." Nani's eyes widened. "Oh, how lucky I am to have you," he breathed, genuinely impressed. "How about you? Can you cook too?" Sky asked, turning to him as he expertly tossed the ingredients in the wok. Nani rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't even ask," he said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "I once burnt an egg when I was fifteen—a fried egg!—and almost set the mansion on fire."  He giggled, the memory clearly embarrassing. "Milk scolded me for hours." Sky chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. "You've lived in the mansion since you were little?" "Yeah," Nani confirmed, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. "Me and the other F4."