Kanda let a small smile pass onto his usually sneering and cold features as he walked out of his meditation room and into the kitchen. His long midnight blue hair cascaded over his shoulders and down his back like a shimmering waterfall as his nimble handles made quick work of preparing his soba, as if it was second instinct. Then again, Kanda's diet practically consisted of nothing but tempura and soba, so it was kind of understandable that he'd be able to make it without even looking.
He kept that satisfied minuscule smile on his features as he began to cook the soba noodles on the stove. He even began to hum a little as well.
