This Steers Steering (Koga/Yuuto)

"Hmm? Uh. Well, that depends on if you're good at being fast or not. A gal's not always looking for a quick finish."

Being a bit crude, Ojo started walking, giving Yuuto a chance to defend his own speed. It's no good if he can go fast but can't control what's in his hands. She'd not like to be dropped at light speed and spill everything. On the other hand, getting home faster's not a bad thing. Though, it's not like Yuuto knows where she lives anyway.

"Did you want anything specific to drink though?" She'd ask, changing the subject real quick to make sure she has everything.

He wanted to defend himself? Poor Yuuto. Ojo's the type gal who'd blush at a display of manliness. The intricate details and loose ends of plans hardly matter when both parties get something out of it. However, with that said, some things just have to be perfect because perfection is key to a perfect day. That's why she couldn't take his blatant disrespect for beverage lightly.

"Water? Tea?"

She shook her head and pouted, stopping as she pulled at his arm and rammed her horn into his side. Of course she'd not injure the guy, but the pointed tip should get the message across that his lack of care wouldn't go unpunished.

"Yuuto," She started sternly through her pout. "The drink's one of the most important parts. A hearty meal deserves a drink perfect for satisfying your taste buds. Eating all this meat and bread! You need something like a good wine or a strong beer to wash it down and leave your mouth all tingly and wanting for more!"

She blinked.

"Ah! Captain?! How are you still single?!" She suddenly exclaimed after his sudden showcase of being a comforting man.

Why this kind of stuff makes it almost impossible for a woman to stay mad. The head patting is like that stern but gentle need to showcase dominance and control, and pairing that with calling her cooking good like that... He hasn't even tried it yet! But she can already feel the butterflies in her stomach at the idea that his praises would only worsen once he's actually had her cooking. What is this sudden manly display?!

"You should really save the suave for the lady of your dreams, Captain."

But he did his job at calming her down, and Ojo's quick to take his hand and proceed to continue dragging him to her place.

Love is such a dumbfounding experience. One second, you're just going about your day. The next, you're suddenly staring someone down, wondering how you could continue living without them. Then there's the issue of getting close to them in a natural manner and the issue of being turned down and what that does to a person. Ojo's not the biggest player of romance, but she's fooled around once or twice with a guy. She's yet to feel anything beyond physical attachment though.

However, her house isn't far and they soon reach the small little hobble she calls a place. Producing a key from her bosom, which was apparently attached to a chain around her neck, she went to turn the lock and open the door. The inside of her place isn't anything crazy, reminiscent of an average Japanese household of middle salary.

"Ah. Welcome home~ Now, what'd you like? A bath? Dinner? Or-" She smirked before finishing, winking as she directed him to the living room, missing chairs with a large couch and pillows on the floor next to a chabudai. The couch and pillows look especially large for someone like Ojo to sit on.

"Sit, and I'll start getting some food ready."

It is Ojo's kitchen after all. She doesn't let anyone enter it, unless they're as good a cook as her. Though, then she starts getting competitive. Well, that's only with certain people, but anyway, Ojo began doing her thing. The kitchen turned ablaze as she started her usual routine of getting the stoves on, and pulling out all she needed.

"Oh! Yuuto- Ah! Captain!" A little slip as she came back into the living room. "Would you like anything while you wait? We've all kinds of snacks. Name anything."

With a smile, she stood with a canted head. However, Yuuto would notice that the woman now wore an apron, her form seemingly even smaller with her small heels taken off.