Teshima was alone at last. His parents were away on a week-long getaway and Aoyagi wanted to work on a painting at his own home. Aoyagi loved to sketch and draw at Teshima's house, but for painting he preferred to be where all his supplies were readily available. Usually Teshima liked to spend as much time with him as possible, but today he had his own plans.
He tied up his hair and pulled on an apron as he walked into his family's kitchen. Teshima pulled assorted foods out of their cupboards and refrigerator. After setting them on the counter, he looked around the kitchen.
"Basket… basket," His eyes scanned the room until he spotted one. "It'll have to do," he murmured. It was a picnic basket he and Aoyagi sometimes use when they do all day stamina training. Teshima hefted it onto the counter then placed the food in the basket. He planted is hands onto the counter in front of the basket and took a deep breath.
He snapped his head up and put on his biggest smile. "Today chefs in your mystery basket we have chicken, assorted fruit, couscous, and coconut shavings. You have 40 minutes, go!" Teshima was immediately a whirlwind of pots, pans, and food. He heated the stove and coated the chicken in the coconut shavings. He began cooking the chicken then the couscous in a pot on the next burner.
As he started mixing the fruit with a bit more of the coconut, he talked to himself again. "Today we have Chef Teshima working on what exactly?"
"Well today I've coated the chicken in the coconut and I'm making a fruit salsa-like sauce with some more of the coconut to keep the plate unified."
"Sounds exciting! Best of luck."
As he played both the announcer's part and his own, the front door opened. Aoyagi walked in and quietly said, "Junta I left-" He stopped short as he saw what Teshima was doing. Not wanting to disturb him, Aoyagi slipped into cover behind the small island separating the kitchen and the dining room. He laughed to himself.
Teshima took no notice and continued on with his imagined cooking show. "Ten minutes to go! I need to check the couscous!" He whipped around to the stove and took it off the heat. Aoyagi peeked around to watch Teshima having fun.
"Perfect. Now for plating." Teshima reached into the cupboard for a square plate. He drained the couscous and placed a medium sized mound onto the plate. He then took his now done chicken and put it on top of the couscous.
"Ten seconds! Ten, nine, eight…" Teshima pretended to look surprised at the announcement.
"The fruit!" He grabbed the fruit and spread it onto the plate as carefully as he could within his imagined time limit.
"One! Time is up!" Teshima threw his hands in the air. He got a fork and knife from a drawer and set them on the plate. "Now if the chefs would please leave the room as the judges taste and decide the winner." Teshima walked out of the kitchen with his hands professionally behind his back.
Aoyagi had an idea. He waited for Teshima to be out of sight and jumped from behind the island. He circled the counter and looked at the plate Teshima prepared. It was a nice looking plate, for Teshima's art skills, he thought. He laughed to himself as he picked up the knife and fork and took a bite.
He had just popped it into his mouth when Teshima walked back in. Teshima jumped, blushing furiously at being caught in his act. "A-Aoyagi I thought-"
"The judges say the fruit needs a little something extra," Aoyagi interrupted, "But overall very good." Teshima was still blushing, this time with a smile.
Aoyagi smiled back. "You win Junta."