Prompt: "boys who can cook get all the ladies"
Characters: Yamamoto Takeshi/Chrome Dokuro, Gokudera Hayato.
Caramel irises narrowed as his blade slid fluidly through the body of fish, cleanly ridding it off its bony spine. But wide, glittering eyes did not see his assassin-borne grace - but a boy who left a neat little row of sushi rows in his wake.
Finally settling down his knife, the young man straightened up and his long, angular face broke into a wide, sheepish grin as awareness of his audience came to him.
The innumerous crowd of young woman swarmed - as close they could get, short of the counter before them - around him swooned.
Only down the counter, in a corner, one slumped against the tabletop, face turned deliberately away from the spectacle.
Her neighbor snorted. "You can stop pouting now, Chrome."
The eyepatch-ed young woman resolutely stayed still. One particularly high squeal of "Yamamoto-kun~!" made her fist clench, crushing the plastic straw she'd been holding. But still she said nothing as her boyfriend obliviously pandered the attention of his rabid fangirls.
Gokudera shrugged, and went back to sipping his own drink.
AN: Original posts of these fics can be found on my personal tumblr, with images. They're tagged under "tumblr prompts."