A/N: So it's officially 5:10 a.m. and I'm tired as f***. I have no idea why I'm awake. I have to get ready for school in an hour and I just wanna SLEEP! So of course to solve this I'm writing fanfictions. Makes sense, right? Please excuse any stupid mistakes, OOC-ness, or anything of that nature. I don't know if there will be any of that; I tend to be a better writer when I'm tired. Oh, and another prompt by my friend ShariLove.
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Hiroki made the realization as he was cooking dinner one night. It wasn't a particularly nice realization, especially when one was dressed in an apron cooking food for one's lover, but realizations as such were always made in such predicaments. His realization was this: if he and Nowaki had a "normal" heterosexual relationship, he would be the wife. The thought froze him in irritation. Sure, he knew that sexually he didn't exactly…dominate, but he had never thought of himself as any less of a man than Nowaki until today.
"Now, now Kamijou, th-this isn't true. Wives cook, and clean, and do household chores and…" Hiroki stopped midsentence.
"Ack! I do all those things!" he exclaimed sinking to the ground in dismay. It was then that he heard the lock on the door click, and he heard his lover enter the house.
"I'm home!" he called out. Hiroki quickly stood up, not wanting Nowaki to guess that something was wrong, and (heaven forbid) ask him what was on his mind.
"Welcome home," he said from the kitchen. He focused intently on cooking, not sure he could look the other man in the eye just yet. Nowaki came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Hiroki's waist.
"How was your day, Hiro-san?" he asked, his lips just inches away from Hiroki's ear. The older man blushed, which only added to his irritation.
"Busy," he said simply. Nowaki perked up.
"Is something wrong Hiro-san?"
"No," Hiroki lied.
"Are you sure? You seem so tense…" The younger man kissed his lover lightly on the neck, warranting another blush from Hiroki. He had had enough.
"I am not the woman!" he cried, throwing his hands up. A silence rang through the room for a moment.
"…What?" Nowaki asked, his tone hinting toward amusement.
"I cook, I clean, I do everything around the house…God dammit Nowaki, I'm not your wife!"
"My wife…" the younger man said dreamily.
"You're not allowed to like that idea!" Hiroki fumed. Nowaki smiled, pulling his lover into a tight embrace.
"You're so cute, Hiro-san," he said.
"I am not cute! I am a man!"
"Whatever you say, Hiro-san."
Dinner that night was burnt. Hiroki threw things at Nowaki when he mentioned new wives did that sometimes.
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Alright, this is my third fic in two days. I'm on a roll. Too bad it's so short. Now if only I could finish the ones in my stories I would be a happy camper, even though I hate camping. Anyway, please review~