Five short Terrorist drabbles based around the theme of Shinobu not having to cook dinner (random, much?) Junjou Romantica is the rightful property of Nakamura Shungiku. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine. Warning for vague Volume 9 spoilers.


One

One night when Shinobu was preparing their dinner (cabbage, as usual, along with 'well done' steak stir fry and too much rice), he made the mistake of letting Miyagi coming home distract him and nicked the tip of his finger with the knife he was using to slice the remainder of the cabbage. He didn't know whether it was the shock or the pain, but he shouted and dropped the knife against the bench top, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Miyagi immediately ran over to him and guided him over to the sink to wash the wound clean with water (while he took the smouldering remains of the stir fry off the hot plate and stared, perplexed, at the solidified lump of rice in his rice cooker).

Later that night, he took Shinobu by his heavily bandaged hand (and Shinobu would never tell Miyagi that he thought bandaging him up to his elbow was excessive) and they went out to get Shinobu's favourite takeout food, even though Miyagi had said more than once that he didn't like it. They returned home and ate in silence (and Miyagi had never realised before then that Shinobu was ambidextrous), channel surfing from one boring program to another during ad breaks and making idle small talk about life.

The night had ended with a sleepy Shinobu edging closer to Miyagi, blushing heavily while he thanked him for the food. Miyagi had nodded once and put his arm around Shinobu's shoulders, and the younger man fell asleep with his injured hand on Miyagi's knee and his head resting contentedly against Miyagi's shoulder.