Maybes
Word Count: 394
Characters/Pairing: Daisuke, Yamato (implies almost, maybe one sided Yamasuke – if you squint, you will)
Summary: Yamato sees all the maybes he should've considered before deciding to teach Daisuke how to cook.
A/N: I tried some shonen-ai, but somehow I thought this was too cute to let it continue. ARG! Why can't I stay on track?
Maybe he wasn't sure about all of this. People make mistakes after all. Sometimes they do things that don't make much sense.
But do these things usually feel so good?
It started out normal enough. But, since when did anything that involved him remain normal?
Maybe teaching Daisuke how to cook wasn't the greatest idea ever. After all, the brunette would make such a mess, and there would only be one person to clean it. Because only one person ever cleaned that kitchen; the blonde was too anal to let anyone attempt his self-proclaimed job.
He decided to start small. Cookies were small, weren't they? Maybe they weren't small enough.
If only the stupid goggle-head hadn't given him the puppy eyes. And the lip, the pouty, sticky-outy lip that warbled and quivered as he pleaded. Daisuke must've learned to beg at an early age; he was a sure pro.
Maybe he shouldn't have let Daisuke set the bake temperature. Because he knew that he would've looked to see what was in the oven first before setting any temperature. Daisuke just pushed buttons eagerly. At the last minute, the blonde was able to save his father's ties from being incinerated (is that where he's been dry cleaning them?).
Then there was the issue with the chocolate and peanut butter chips. Maybe he shouldn't have let Daisuke be in charge of measuring them. Nor being around them at all. The dolt ate so many behind the blonde's back that there wasn't enough to fit the recipe, and so they had to do without the correct amount.
Maybe he should've ignored Daisuke all together that fateful Friday. "Yamato, I need something nice and cutesy to give my mother for her birthday. I'm broke, so teach me to cook?" Insert puppy eyes and pouty, sticky-outy lip here.
But if he had, then would he be sitting in the middle of his egg, sugar, flour covered kitchen, equally covered in baking soda, salt and cookie dough? And would he be next to a laughing brunette, who's finger stood pointing at the open oven door, also covered in cookie dough and all other ingredients.
"We made the cookies go boom!"
Maybe this whole teach-me-to-cook thing wasn't so bad after all.
Yamato picked up a fallen chocolate chip and slipped into his mouth. He smiled and began to laugh with Daisuke.