Minato had kind of just been in his apartment when he'd gotten back home, half of the contents of his cupboards on the counters while the blond glared at them irritably
'You don't have eggs, how the hell do you even live?' the source of irritation, as usual, wasn't the lack of eggs or that, like usual, half of the things he found were already past their expiration date, because whenever he randomly took the redhead's kitchen for hostage, there was something that seemed to be minutes away from growing sentience and crawling around in search for food on its own. That wasn't news. No, as usual, Minato was pissed off because of his girlfriend.
'And it's not emasculating or stupid or anything, it's like, like-' he looked around for something inspirational to compare it to. He only thing his eyes only found the kitten-shaped oven mittens.
'Like declawing a kitten! Cats come with claws because evolution said they should have them, and then people think it's funny and shit to rip their paws open and gut that thing from the root- and then what? It doesn't grow back. Ever. And if by chance it gets lost or something, how the hell is it going to defend itself? If you get a cat, you get it with fucking claws and bear with the scratches , because that's what love is like. It scratches, okay?'
And he closed the oven door after practically throwing both pans inside, as if the appliance was somehow at fault for the situation. Then kept glaring at it for good measure.
'…and that was so incredibly stupid I can't believe it just came off my mouth, but you get what I mean, right?'
With a sigh, the blond's frame finally relaxed from that nervous energy that seemed to always possess him and he turned around, molding himself against the warm oven.
'I mean, we've know each other for ages, and it's always the same. I'm not perfect, I know that, but I don't think I'm that bad. Sure, I smoke, I like my bed unmade and I leave messes in the kitchen-' as if to prove the point, the precariously balanced pile of used dishes slid collapsed on itself, with a sonorous metallic clang that made the blond wince and blush lightly hand rubbing the back of his head.
'But she's not perfect either. And I like that, you know? It's human and interesting- why would anyone want to be perfect? And hell, maybe I don't want to be perfect the way she *thinks* perfect is. It's- it's supposed to be balanced, right? You can't just chirurgically remove what you don't like from one person, because I never was any different, it's not like if I hid any of this stuff. And it's always the same- why does she want to change me now? To fit in with her perfect little girl friends and brag about what a perfect little whipped boyfriend she has? I'm not cutting my hair. And no, this isn't just about cutting my hair, but I'm still not cutting it.'
The younger man messed his eyes lightly.
'You know, you can stop me when I start talking stupid. You are supposed to.'
Without another word, the redhead leaned forward and kissed the blond on the lips.
'Stop talking.' he said plainly and got into playing with a few clean spoons again. Really, if he didn't know any better he'd think that the girl he was with was a source of pleasure for hidden masochistic tendencies. Unlike other times when the blond playfully smacked him from his attempts at molestation, Minato didn't say anything and just gave the redhead a frustrated look, before turning to peer into the oven. With a huff, he opened the thing.
'Get out of the way.'
And sometimes he really wondered why he bothered to go cook at the redhead's kitchen when it was such a tiny little place it was practically hazardous to have two people in it as they'd be in constant danger of smacking into each other. And other times he knew exactly why he took the hour and a half trip when he didn't even own a car to make this the least bit more manageable, and he just felt stupid. And kind of like a cocktease, which was all kinds of wrong when he didn't even like cockteases. Which he totally wasn't anyway.
'Here, it's done.' he said, pouring the pale and rather appettecible dark and heavy mixture (which he was so glad for, as some pictures of the recipe had looked like some pale shit he wouldn't touch with a ten foot stick) into the cups he had previously prepared for this, then removing the apron he'd been wearing. 'Try to let it cool before pouring it in your mouth, or your tongue's gonna melt right off.'
The redhead had obediently blew some steam off as he sipped the hot as heck liquid that both burned and pleasantly tickled his taste buds. He was used to having too cold or too hot food by now. Especially since the blond had gone through such frenzies.
'It's good.' he said, sipping even more 'I love when you come over to just make me coffee.'
And as for the girlfriend, he suspected she had finally smelled him on her terrority - such acts seemed to be the acts of trying to make the blond 'her and only her'. But he didn't say that out loud. He didn't want to upset the blond. he made him coffee after all.
'It's not coffee.' the younger man said sourly, as if the description had offended him. 'It's pudding.'
Good thing he knew the redhead wouldn't wait for it, like he never did, and especially got something that wouldn't kill him when he tried to chug it down before it was solid.
'I made enough for you to have some for tomorrow, if you'll let it cool enough for it to go to the fridge, that is.' He wasn't sure if he was supposed to frown, wince or laugh at what the redhead was doing-yet another proof of Daichi being a freak. Which he quite liked.
'So, uh. Back to talking stupid-' he swallowed a little, and winced when the redhead took another sip as if the thing could really at room temperature- he wondered if there would be blisters there soon enough- 'I guess what I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't mind you scratching me, if you still want to. Because I've decided I'm single again.'
He blinked, rubbing suddenly sweaty palms on the legs of his jeans, and licked his lips.
'And now I'm gonna go buy, you know. Eggs. Or something. I'm taking your keys.'
'Okay.' said the redhead, putting the 'pudding' (he still called it coffee and he was going to drink it now) down and blocking the only way out of the kitchen. 'Tomorrow. Now stay and explain to me how single your singleness is after selling me such a proposition in a tight hot kitchen.'
It was needless to say that before he had ended saying those words, the space between them got even smaller. He just liked what he wanted pinned and immobile under him. Or against a wall, like now.
'Uh.' Minato automatically backed away- or tried to, because it was quite impossible in the minuscule kitchen, not without smacking on the oven which was still quite hot to try to squirm through right now. He just managed a step before his hip hit the counter. "…Quite single. But you really need those eggs. For breakfast. And stuff.'
'Aw, you've just shattered my heart to millions of little pieces.' said the redhead with a tint of mockery as he smiled at the blond 'Screw eggs. I will feast on blond tonight.'
And there were no further words as he simply grabbed the man into a trapilicious hug and started kissing the living lights out of him.
Minato didn't defend himself.
He couldn't.
