A/N: This will be a collection of Mitsu drabbles based on tumblr prompts. You can send me (and other mods) more prompts if you go to our tumblr page: myloveisafanfic

Tags: Domestic Fluff

Ramen Troubles

A lump began to stir atop a black leather couch. Tawny locks popped out the side of a blanket, revealing a drowsy and still half-asleep Ritsu Tainaka. The light in the living room was turned off- not that she had turned it on when she had first gotten home after her class- and was thankful for it as golden eyes struggled to open. It was not until the drummer stretched out from the blanket that she remembered that she did not fall asleep with one and wondered briefly where it had come from. There was only one possibility.

Ritsu picked up on the subtle hum of water boiling from the kitchen, and upon glancing over saw that the kitchen light was turned on.

Shit! I forgot to cook dinner!

Heavy feet echoed in the small apartment living room as Ritsu instantly jumped to her feet and quickly made her way to the kitchen.

"Don't you even dare. You just woke up and you'll make yourself dizzy jumping around like that."

A tall black-haired figure leaned up against the door, arms crossed in front of her, the light coming from the kitchen made her silhouette glow. The sight was both angelic yet intimidating at the same time. Ritsu practically skidded to a stop to avoid colliding with the beauty.

"Miooo~," the drummer whined, "why didn't you wake me up? I could have made dinner!"

*Smack*

"Baka. I know for a fact you stayed up until early morning finishing that paper that I told you to start working on earlier," Mio left her post from the kitchen doorway and moved to the counter where a pot of tea was brewing. Pouring two cups, she handed one to Ritsu. "You needed the rest."

And you looked cute sleeping, there's no way I could have disturbed you, the bassist thought with a light flush to her cheeks. She tried to play it off as the heat coming from the stove as she reached for the knob to turn it off.

"I made dinner though; I hope you're okay with ramen. I put some other stuff in it so we didn't have to eat it plain."

Ritsu could only nod nervously in response. There was a reason why she always insisted on being the one to cook. "H-hai. I'll set the table then."

When their small coffee table- which doubled as their dining table- was set, the two sat next to each other on the floor with their backs pressed against the couch. Mio had a notebook set out where she was trying to work on a story for her creative writing class, jotting down plot ideas as she nonchalantly ate her bowl of ramen. Ritsu was idly browsing through a magazine when went to take in a spoonful of the soup, only to violently spit it out right after.

It's so salty! Ritsu's eyes widened as she rushed for her tea, chugging down the warm liquid to try and wash out the strong taste.

"Ritsu! Are you okay?!" Mio was jolted when Ritsu had done her spit take, dropping her pencil in the process. Her eyes were wide in worry as she looked over to her best friend chugging down another cup of tea.

Slamming her cup down, Ritsu turned to Mio with a grave look. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck."

Mio was in shock, and the two held a stare that seemed to last for a minute, but in reality only lasted a second or two. Then, Mio began to laugh softly.

"What's so funny?!" Ritsu practically screamed, a part of her wanting to put the dark-haired girl in a head lock.

"You said 'I love you.'"

The anger on the drummer's face instantly turned red, but this time in embarrassment. She slouched a bit and scratched her cheek. "Well… I mean, I do."

Mio made one last chuckle and threw her arms around Ritsu with a smile. "Well, since I love you too I guess I'll stop trying to cook you dinner."