A/n : I am so so SO sorry I wasn't active for like ever! A lot of things happened and there was exams and I was so busy! Sorry! And for this chapter, I know it's short and probably not that fluffy, but, I came up with another HiroSei plot! And I swear it's cute as hell. Thank you so much for waiting, and wow - 55 followers! Omg, thank you guys. I love you all.


"Sensei," Hiroshi said, positioning himself. "I'm gonna put it in now."

Seishuu flinched, "E-Ehh? Now?" He looked at the other man in disbelief. "But I'm not ready yet!"

"It's going to be fine," Hiroshi urged. "It's not gonna hurt."

"B-But... Ah!"


Some time ago...

Hiroshi pushed the bowl of ramen which he heated up in front of Seishuu. "Here, my mother's specially made chashu ramen. You must be hungry." He then placed a big bag beside him. "And I found this bag of konomon outside. The girls must have delivered it here."

Seishuu took the bowl and gazed at the bag of konomon with sparkly eyes, then asked, concerned, "Then what about you?"

"I'll cook," Hiroshi flashed Seishuu a reassuring smile.

"But I don't have food..." Seishuu said.

"I know. That's why I texted Tama to go get some rice and eggs for me just now. She should be here soon, so don't worry." Hiroshi opened the door to the kitchen." After you finish eating, go rest. Your fever might come back if you overexert yourself."

You already made me overexert myself, Seishuu wanted to say, but kept quiet.

"Wait," Seishuu grabbed hold of him, but the words couldn't come out.

"Hm?"

"Uh... I want to help you," Seishuu said with conviction clouding his voice. "I don't know how to cook, or even prepare the ingredients but... I want to help you!"

Hiroshi was both shocked and surprised. Thinking back to the incident where Naru came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of "tobasco-soaked onions", he was quite uncertain he should let him help.

He didnt want him to get injured. Especially his hands.

Hiroshi didn't say anything, so Seishuu continued, "I'm always... Always relying on you guys and even today... I don't want to be a burden. E-Especially you, Hiro! You really helped me today! Thank you!" Seishuu tightened his grip. "So, can I help you?"

Hiroshi nearly teared up. He really did, and he never felt so moved ever since the first time he met the calligrapher.

"Fine then, I'll teach you a thing or two," Hiroshi smiled, tears glistening in his eyes.

"But I have a problem, Hiro," Seishuu muttered loud enough for the said man to hear. "I'm afraid of fire..."


"What are you shouting for?! I haven't even put it in yet!" Hiroshi exclaimed. Before Seishuu could continue, Hiroshi grabbed the bowl of nicely diced onions and pour it into the frying pan against his will, making the oil sizzle fiercely.

"Uwah, no! T-The oil will-" Seishuu staggered back, fending himself.

"Dammit, relax, sensei! Here, hold onto this," Hiroshi handed him the wooden spatula. "And let me teach you." Seishuu took the spatula, but he didn't budge.

"Come on, stand in front of me," Hiroshi pushed him closer to the frying pan and then clutched onto his hand which was holding the spatula. From behind, he guided Seishuu's hand, mixing and frying the onions. "Make sure you spread them evenly, if not, they'll burn easily."

Seishuu nodded, paying close attention to how his hands were being guided and how the onions were sizzling restlessly in the pan.

"Okay, now put the garlic in," Hiroshi instructed while still holding onto his hand, letting Seishuu do it himself.

Seishuu took the small bowl of garlic and mustered enough courage to pour them in all at once. He flinched at the sizzling sound which got louder, taking a step back, nearly stepping on Hiroshi's foot.

"Don't be scared, sensei," Hiroshi urged, and pushed him closer to the pan with his body. "I'll go crack the egg."

"What about the rice?" Seishuu asked, still stirring the onions and garlic cautiously.

"That'll come in later," Hiroshi replied as he cracked the egg against the side of the bowl before pulling the shell apart. Seishuu, who saw him do that, grew eager.

"Hiro, teach me!" Seishuu said, his eyes shining a little. Hiroshi chuckled a little and went over to lower the fire.

"Here, an egg," Hiroshi handed Seishuu an egg from the tray. "We'll leave the fire low first and go back to that later."

Seishuu nodded excitedly.

His parents never let him into the kitchen, or rather most of the time, he would be focused on his calligraphy, so he never really tried to cook before.

"Okay, first, hit the egg at the edge of the bowl, but not too hard," Hiroshi stood by Seishuu's side. "Until there is a crack."

Seishuu did as he was told, and knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl gently, but maybe too gently. After a number of times, Hiroshi grew frustrated and took him by the hand and tried to show it to him instead.

"Like this, sensei. This hard. If not, you'll never be able to see it crack open until next morning," Hiroshi explained, as he held Seishuu's hand and knocked the egg against the bowl until there was a visible crack. "From here, use your thumbs to push against the crack, and then pull the shell apart."

"Like this?" Seishuu positioned his thumbs at the crack and pushed inwards.

"Careful, it might cut you..." Hiroshi warned.

Seishuu felt the sharp edges of the shell fragments dig into his thumb, but he pulled the shell open anyway, and its contents blorped into the bowl with the other egg.

"I did it!" Seishuu beamed and Hiroshi couldn't help but smile to himself upon seeing how happy and achieved he looked. "It came out perfectly too!"

"Sensei," Hiroshi said, his smile fading off. "Let me see your thumbs." Before Seishuu could protest, Hiroshi took his hands and turned it palm up. As he thought, there were little red holes in his thumbs which looked like they were about to break open and blood would come oozing out. They were gradually becoming red, in contrast to how Hiroshi's eyebrows furrowed quickly together.

"Sensei, I told you to be careful, didn't I?" Hiroshi nagged and before Seishuu could say anything, he brought his right hand up and gently pressed his lips against his thumb. "It's painful, isn't it? Well, at least I hope you learnt your lesson."

"I-I-Idiot!" Seishuu withdrew his hands. "What... What are you doing?!" Stammering, his face grew tomato red.

"What? I was just easing the pain," Hiroshi replied, matter-of-factly.

"You don't have to do that!"

"Why not? Besides, it's much better now, right?" Hiroshi couldn't stop a little smile from breaking out on his face.

Seishuu didn't say anything, and just looked away before he promptly went back to his cooking.

He could not deny; it was true. It did feel better, and he was thankful for that. His thumbs were stinging just a while ago, but they disappeared the moment Hiroshi kissed them. It was like magic.

As he raised the fire, he could not help but feel the warmth that was lingering on his thumb. His lips were warm and smooth... It's completely different when he... He kissed me on the forehead earlier...

"Alright, I'm gonna put in the eggs now," Hiroshi said, after he finished beating them. "Oh and, when it comes to beating eggs, the more bubbles there are, the fluffier it'll be when you cook it."

"I see!" Seishuu was in awe. "I never knew!"

Of course you didn't... Hiroshi thought to himself.

"I'll do this part," Hiroshi said. "I'll show you how I usually do it." Grinning, he poured the egg over the onions and garlic with an experienced hand, and it all landed evenly and perfectly on them.

"Like this, the egg will sink and the onions and garlic will be inside the egg. This will also make it more fragrant," Hiroshi explained, adjusting the fire.

Seishuu stared at him like he was god. The way Hiroshi's hands moved was so fluid-like that he was almost caught in a trance.

"Now that the egg's cooked," Hiroshi continued. "The rice can go in."

Seishuu did not wait for Hiroshi to take the rice himself, and handed it to him instead.

"Thanks," Hiroshi said before he emptied bowl of its cooked rice into the pan.

"Eh?" Seishuu leaned closer. "If the rice is on top, wouldn't that not look like omelette rice?"

"Hehe..." Hiroshi grinned somewhat mischievously. "This is the tricky part. Watch closely, sensei."

Seishuu stared intently.

Hiroshi pushed the rice to one end of the omelette using the wooden spatula, and after making sure it was all packed closely and neatly, he lifted up the same side of the omelette and turned it over, rolling the rice in it. He didn't stop there. He rolled that same side of the omelette over and over until the rice is all wrapped up and is on the other end of the omelette. Swiftly, he tucked the rice into the warm covers of the omelette and just before he rolled it over, the wooden spatula went underneath the omelette once more to seal it up. For the finale, he flipped the omelette, which was shaped like a small rugby ball, over, and the final result was a beautifully shaped omelette rice, fragrant and appetizing.

Seishuu gasped in amazement, in pure amazement. Speechless, he could only give Hiroshi, who was now viewed as a Master Chef, a little applause. "That was... That was amazing!" He exclaimed, having finally found the words and voice. "How did you do that? It's so cool!"

Hiroshi gave him a face full of experience and wisdom and replied with a mysterious hint in his voice, "Practice."

He then took the serving plate, and plopped the omelette rice onto it. After he squeezed some ketchup onto it, he left for the living room with Seishuu on his heels. He placed the plate on his table opposite Seishuu's uneaten chashu ramen.

"Let's eat," Hiroshi sat Seishuu down beside him. "We can do the dishes together later."

Seishuu sat down in front of his chashu ramen and both of them said in unison, "I gratefully partake!"

Before Seishuu even dug into his ramen, he asked excitedly, "Hiro, can I try the omelette rice?"

"Before that," Hiroshi held back his chopsticks and leaned forward. "Can I have a little kiss?"

"Huh, what?!" Seishuu instantly glowed red and started to lean away from him.

"I knew you wouldn't be willing to," Hiroshi said with a little sigh, and instead, he leaned forward to kiss Seishuu on the lips on his own, giving the other man no time to react at all. "But I'll still take it from you anyway."

Seishuu flinched, and covered his mouth with a little groan. Not just his cheeks, but his ears will starting to turn red as well, "Idiot! I-I'll go ahead and eat your omelette rice then!"

Even though the omelette rice was absolutely delicious - calling it delicious would be an understatement however - Seishuu could not taste it that well, since the taste of Hiroshi was all over his lips.