DISCLAIMER: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder
Author's Notes: Drabbles to one-shots. 'Bliss' of all shapes and sizes. Happy birthday Jake! I hate you for making me love this pairing.
"Noiz-san?"
Silence.
Clear busied himself with stirring the stew whilst waiting for the response. From what he knew of Noiz, he was a quiet person, and it often took some prompting to get a response. But Noiz was quite busy at the moment, if the way he was staring at the screens in front of him was any indication. This time Noiz had an almost reasonable excuse to be unresponsive. Clear smiled to himself on that. Last time it took repeating Noiz's name at least six times before getting his attention. He'd try to break his record this time.
Waiting a few more minutes before Clear repeated Noiz's name, he tried to be a little louder. "Noiz-san?"
He didn't even have to turn around to feel that gaze settle on the back of his neck. Clear merely hummed happily that it didn't take as long to get Noiz's attention, and turned around, beaming. He'd broken his own record. Two times!
Noiz however seemed remarkably unamused, staring blankly at Clear's mask. He figured the idiot was smiling under that damn mask of his. It was raised that little bit so that he could see the sweep of skin under his chin. The idiot wouldn't take the damn mask off no matter how many times Noiz had made a swipe at it. "What?"
Clear merely raised the spoon from the stew and motioned for Noiz to come over. It had taken a while, but Clear had noticed Noiz reacted to actions more than words. And well, asking Noiz to taste-test the dinner had whittled down from almost shoving the food in his mouth to just motioning to the food.
Sighing, Noiz hoisted himself up, grumbling about one thing or another – like when did he suddenly get his own housewife? Or would it be better to refer to Clear as a househusband, although Noiz had yet to confirm Clear was actually a male. He figured that Clear was but it wouldn't hurt to check, of course. However, damn Clear was so skittish when Noiz tried to do anything remotely similar to making a pass at him. But at least he had started to take his jacket off before entering Noiz's apartment and the gloves had made a disappearance only a month ago.
"Please try the food!" Clear almost sang out, taking a step back as Noiz dipped the smaller spoon provided into the bubbling pot. It smelt good (all of Clear's food smelt good if he had to admit it), and Clear seemed to notice Noiz preferred sweeter things.
Blowing on the spoon, only because Clear would likely hit him over the head if he burnt his tongue again, Noiz grumbled as he stuck the spoon in his mouth, only to take it out immediately. And, like he predicted, he received a whack to the head.
"Noiz-san, please be careful. You have to blow on it longer."
No one could blame Noiz if his thoughts went southward when Clear took the spoon out of his hand, dipped it back into the stew, all before raising his mask that fraction to blow liberally on it. From where he stood, Noiz could see very little of Clear's face, but he had to still his itching hands to rip it off. He just focused on the way the steam seemed to leave the spoon.
"Please open your mouth."
Noiz compiled without much fuss, rolling the stew around in his mouth before simply nodding. Clear clapped happily , then pushed Noiz out of the kitchen. It was a routine thing, Noiz thought, as he settled back in front of the screens. He would never admit it out aloud he liked the company, even if Clear was an idiot and loud and rather touchy-feely, but …
Shooting Clear a look from the corner of his eye, watching as he bobbed his head to the song he was humming, Noiz merely sighed before turning back to his screen, the corners of his mouth tugging up just a fraction. Yeah, he didn't mind the idiot as much.
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