This is for my lovely wifey Painty's birthday, happy birthday my dearie and I hope you like this!
There was an explosion, and noodles flew everywhere, landing on the floor, the TV, and most alarmingly of all, Aoba's bare legs, jumping up off the sofa to push them away with much cursing and only succeeding in pouring noodle sauce all over the rug.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, red hot pasta finally off his legs leaving only pinkish burn marks behind, suddenly aware there was a noodle sliding down the TV screen, leaving an unpleasant streak over the actors head. Too alarmed at the mess he'd made to even think of the bang that had caused it, he practically ran to the kitchen to get a cloth and something to hopefully remove the noodles from the carpet before it stained.
His mouth dropped wide open as he rounded the doorway, staring in utter horror at the black, singed mark on the ceiling and the pile of destroyed plastic and metal that had been the microwave.
"Aoba-san! Aoba-san!" Clear's voice, and of course it had been Clear, who else could blow up a microwave? Rang through his ears, alarmed and panicky and apologetic all at once.
He tried to stay calm, but his voice was firm and Clear was wringing his fingers anxiously, looking like a child being scolded, which he may as well be. "What did you do?"
"I-I was melting chocolate to put on the cookies for tonight and…" He didn't have to finish his sentence, it was obvious what had happened, the still smoking remains of the microwave were testament to the following events. What Aoba couldn't figure out though, was what exactly had caused it to implode, it had been fine when he'd cooked his noodles in it minutes ago, but then again, Clear was ridiculously prone to disaster. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, trying to stay calm, he didn't really want to upset Clear further after all, distressed as he was at the loss of his microwave.
He stepped closer to the melted wreck that had been a working microwave until seconds ago, poking at the remains with a wooden spoon he found on the side, absently wondering if it was capable of electrocuting him in this state, and deciding not to risk it. The door had apparently flown off, crunching under his food when he accidentally stepped backwards, the smell of burnt chocolate filled the kitchen and it made him feel rather sick. The bowl the chocolate had been in was shattered into two sections, burned black, but it was the shine of silver underneath it that drew his attention, managing to extract it carefully.
His temper took a turn for the worse, and if it had been anyone but Clear he probably would have thrown the spoon at them before asking if they were an actual moron and if they were trying to destroy the entire house. But he knew Clear would just cry, and he always hated that, trying to stay calm as he turned to face him, holding the still hot spoon, melted from the heat, in a tea-towel.
"Clear, did you put a spoon in there too?"
Clear blinked owlishly, pink eyes earnest as he nodded, "I was stirring the chocolate with it so it wouldn't burn."
Of course Clear would answer so innocently that Aoba's anger all but faded away, almost smiling with amusement as he retrieved a strong rubbish bag from the cupboard and carefully deposited the ruins of the microwave into it. Clear immediately jumped in to help, worrying his lip the whole time and pink eyes threatening tears. The bag was dumped outside the back door, to be disposed of properly later, Clear was sniffling by now, believing Aoba's silence to mean he was mad at him.
"I'm sorry Aoba-san! I didn't mean to!" He wailed, tears finally leaking from his eyes and spilling down his white cheeks childishly.
Aoba just sighed, pulling him into a hug and ruffling his white hair with one hand, amazed as always at how fluffy it was. "It's fine, it was an accident, Clear. You can't put metal into a microwave though."
"W-why not?"
Aoba's expression was deadpan as he replied, pulling back to wipe at Clear's wet eyes with his sleeve, forgetting there was noodle residue splashed up it. "Because they explode."
"I didn-"
"I know, you didn't know. It's okay, we can buy a new one, so don't cry okay?"
Clear nodded wetly, trying to smile even though his eyes were still damp and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, obviously still feeling guilty.
"You're so silly sometimes," he smiled affectionately, pressing a kiss to his boyfriends white hair, suddenly noticing the underlying delicious scent of the robot's baking. "Did you say you were making cookies?"
"Mm, for film night with Noiz-san and Sei-san tonight!" Clear's expression had brightened immediately, sunny smile on his face as Aoba pulled the spare apron off the rack and tied it round himself.
"I'll help." That way hopefully nothing else would explode, burst into flames or otherwise self-destruct. He loved his boyfriend, but living with him was a nightmare sometimes, mentally reminding himself to buy a new microwave and keep an eye on it this time.