[I've NOT been updating regularly! I'm sorry ;_; I just lack the motivation and ideas to continue...which is why I need more ideas from you guys. If you have any suggestions or requests, please tell me...because I'm running out of ideas for Shizuo and Izaya]

Shizuo rarely ever cooked for himself. When he did, it was only because it was too late at night and he was too lazy to go out to the convenient store to buy something.

Now that the rain was pouring, the little droplets of water pattering against the cold surface of glass as his girlfriend watched the dark sky. It had been a long day, and the couple had planned on ordering some chinese food delivery or whatever (according to shizuo). Seeing as the sky was pouring, there was no chance of the delivery service still being available.

So what were they going to do to settle for their dinner? She knows that the strong man was hungry, as he had begun to rummage noisily around the refrigerator, resisting with all his might to go for the puddings he'd bought and stored at home. He promised himself, only one cup per day as much as it was impossible for him.

The brown kitten plopped itself on the dining table, watching it's master grumble as he closed the refrigerator door.

"I'm damn hungry." He looked at the kitten who meowed delightfully at him,"aren't you lucky we have tons of cat food at home."

"Is there anything we can cook with?" The young woman got up from where she had been sitting on the couch and walked over to the blonde in the kitchen.

"Yeah... there's chicken. I wanted to cook it for kasuka when he said he was coming to visit, but he said filming got rescheduled so he didn't come after all."

[Reader] couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for Shizuo. She knew that he said it casually, but deep inside he was reliving the disappointment he felt at his brother's absence.

Pausing silently as she thought for a moment what she could cook with what was left in the kitchen, she snapped her fingers and puffed up her cheeks in determination.

"Let's make stir-fried chicken. At least it's something." She opened the refrigerator and took out the packages of white meat, dumping them on the kitchen table where she took out a knife and expertly cut through the plastic wrapping.

The strong man rubbed his neck, watching his girlfriend prepare the meat. He felt just a little bad for not being able to help much in any aspect. He'd most probably ruin the kitchen appliances if he tried anyway, like the other time he broke off the oven door.

"Shizuo. Can you help me wash the broccoli in the fridge? We can stir-fry it with pepper with the chicken."

The man felt his face grimace as he scowled inwardly, cursing himself for keeping such a foul vegetable in his fridge. How did it get in there in the first place? Actually, Shizuo didn't know how half the items in his fridge got in there. He only ever took notice of the milk and puddings. Now that [reader] had moved in, there were more variety of food items in the fridge like packaged green tea drinks, but the girl herself never went grocery shopping for ingredients to be prepared and cooked.

Letting out an audible sigh, the blonde turned on the tap and washed the foul greens with his bare hands, resisting with all his might to just crush them and placed them on the counter in a plate when he was done. "Anything else?"

[Reader]'s hands paused for a moment, knowing well Shizuo would most likely have his pride bruised if she told him to wait until everything was ready.

"Well...maybe...uh.. " the girl looked around for things she could get the blonde to occupy himself with,"well you can start by pouring oil into the wok"

"What the heck is a wok?" The low, deep voice inquired as [reader] couldn't help but let out an amused giggle.

"Here..." she turned from the chicken and pointed at the top cabinets as she gestured for Shizuo to scoot over to the side.

Opening the cabinet shelf, she saw the wok sitting on the very top shelf. Fun. The girl was not exactly short for her age, but compared to shizuo, she sometimes felt like a midget.

Standing on her tippiest toes, she stretched her arm out to grab it, but to no avail. That was when she felt his chest pressing up against her back. The strong man of Ikebukuro reached up with ease, considering his height, and grabbed the wok, placing it into her waiting palms. While he had been standing behind her to help her with the wok,his body had been pressing against hers, making [reader] feel the warmth of his strong figure. Of course, he wasn't aware he'd done anything until he saw the blush on her face.

"T-t-thank you." The girl looked away quickly to place the wok on the stove as the blonde turned his body away, replying to her gratitude by taking out the bottle of olive oil and wordlessly placing it on the counter top next to her.

"Thank you." She muttered softly again as she felt her strong boyfriend brush past her, mumbling something about taking a shower first.

Once dinner was ready and shizuo had enough time to cool himself down, the two sat down at the dining table and dug into the food.

"This is good. Where'd you learn to cook?" The man spoke up, attempting to start a conversation.

"Well my mum did when I was little. She said I would have to take care of my husband someday..." [reader] replied, picking up a piece of broccoli and placing it into her mouth.

The silence that followed was awkward, and the girl didn't dare to look up at Shizuo.

"Maybe we should buy some more stuff and put them at home. In case shit this happens again." Shizuo suggested.

"That would be great." [Reader] finally smiled, feeling the mood lighten. Just as she said that, he saw Shizuo's plate was almost cleared save for all the uneaten broccoli.

"Eat the vegetables. They're good for you..." she persuaded.

"No." The blonde simply replied as he childishly picked at the greens. Just like a five year old.

"Shizuo..." she pouted and narrowed her eyes, hoping to get the message through him.

"I said no." The older brother in the heiwajima family growled low as he picked up one with his fork, stabbing the awful thing at her," why don't YOU eat it for me?!"

"It's your stomach, not mine..."

The man let out a low groan as he bitterly bit off one corner of the broccoli before placing 90% of what's left of it back on his plate.

"Here. I ate it."

"Hmph..." the girlfriend pouted once more in displeasure, eliciting a scowl from the strong man back in return.

"I ate it already, god dammit. "

Then it occurred to the both of them that they were having what people call a lover's spat. A quarrel between two lovers over a trivial matter.

Before they knew it, both were laughing along together at their own childish behaviors.