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TaiYama week 2018
Day 12: Future
Warnings: Taichi cooks again
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Yamato frowned as he heard a knock on the front door. That couldn't be Taichi; he knew dinner wouldn't be ready for another hour.
Yamato pulled off his apron, which he had just finished putting on and walked to answer the door.
"Hi," Taichi said brightly.
"Um, Taichi, what are you doing home already? Didn't you—"
Taichi shook his head vigorously. "No, no, you're supposed to ask me if I need something."
Yamato raised an eyebrow. "You know I haven't finish—"
Taichi shook his head again, silencing Yamato, who let out a huge sigh.
"Fine. Did you need something?"
"Dinner, please."
Yamato's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Déjà vu.
Taichi grinned, leaning over to take Yamato's hands into his. "It's been exactly one year today since I came knocking on your door, you know."
Yamato felt a burning in his eyes. He felt Taichi give his hands a squeeze and he let out a chuckle.
"Isn't this the part where I slam the door in your face?"
Taichi laughed, stepping into the apartment and planting a kiss on Yamato's lips. "I would really appreciate you not doing that this time."
Yamato leaned in for another kiss. "I won't."
"You haven't started cooking yet, have you?"
"No, you told me you'd be late coming home today, so I was just getting started."
"Good."
Taichi, still holding on to Yamato's hands, started dragging the blond out of the apartment.
"Wait!" Yamato dug his heels into the floor. "Where are we going? I need to change my slippers."
Taichi rolled his eyes, but waited the extra two seconds. Then he pulled Yamato up the stairs and into his own apartment.
The smell of homemade curry assaulted Yamato's nostrils as soon as he entered. He paused at the door, staring at his boyfriend.
"You cooked?"
Taichi shuffled his feet sheepishly. "Yeah… It's not the best, but it's better than last time. I think."
Yamato felt tears threatening his eyes again. His throat was also too tight to speak, so he opted for action, instead: he threw his arms around Taichi's neck and buried his face into Taichi's shoulder.
Taichi's arms came to wrap around Yamato's back.
"I know it's not really an anniversary or anything, but I just happened to remember and thought that I'd do something. I thought about taking you out for tonight, but it didn't seem to fit the situation, so I thought of this."
Yamato squeezed hard before letting go and stepping back, wiping at the corner of his eye.
"Come on." Taichi gave Yamato an encouraging smile. "Before it gets cold."
Yamato nodded and followed Taichi to the kitchen, sitting at the table and watching Taichi serve up two plates.
"I did my best to follow the recipe and measure everything out exactly as instructed. I hope it's at least edible," Taichi said as he set the plates down and took his own seat.
"Thanks for the food." Yamato smiled, then inspected the food.
It looked alright. And the smell hadn't attacked all his senses as soon as he had walked in…
Taichi was waiting for him to take a bite. So he did.
Yamato chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "It's not bad."
Taichi perked up immediately.
"Edible?"
In response, Yamato took another spoonful. Taichi was grinning ear-to-ear at the action and he himself dug in.
