Dangerous Love

Day Nine: Black


Once the two returned from their shopping excursion, Kasamatsu proceeded to put the groceries away while Aomine reviewed the footage from the camera's. The teen finished putting the food away and watched Aomine for a few moments before deciding to get started on dinner since he was still hungry.

After working on dinner for the past half an hour, Kasamatsu was finally finished. He had everything set up and oddly felt a little nervous. He came to realize that he had never entirely cooked for anyone other than his own family. The raven head stared at all the toppings for the teriyaki burger and scratched his cheek.

Kasamatsu could feel Aomine's presence come up behind him. He turned to see Aomine inhaling deeply from where he stood, making the teenager think of him like some animal. Kasamatsu frowned and stepped out of the way so Aomine could get his food. "How did you know it was ready?" He wondered.

"I could smell it," Aomine claimed. The taller man grabbed his paper plate and began to make his burger with all the toppings he wanted. "I was only half joking. I was watching you."

"Am I supposed to feel better about that?" Kasamatsu asked quizzically.

"You're the one acting like a little housewife." Aomine snorted. Kasamatsu kicked him from behind and Aomine grunted, "It's true." He said, in defense of his previous statement.

Kasamatsu sighed and decided that it was best to stand off to the side while Aomine got his share of food. He really did not feel like punching anyone out at the moment, anyway. After Aomine collected his food, Kasamatsu was finally able to get his own plate. Once he did, the two sat down, Aomine at the edge of his bed and Kasamatsu at the table. They ate in silence until Aomine snorted in laughter, causing himself to choke on the food in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Kasamatsu asked as Aomine pounded on his chest. The assassin nodded and Kasamatsu sighed in relief. "What was so funny?" He asked, curious.

Aomine shook his head, a rather remorseful looking smile on his face. "I was just remembering a time when I was younger… I tried to make some toast but all that came out was a black, burnt piece of charcol."

"Seriously?" Aomine nodded when Kasamatsu scoffed. The younger man smiled in amusement, wondering, "How do you burn toast?"

"I'm sure you would say that it takes a special kind of idiot to burn toast." Aomine mimcked Kasamatsu's voice, making him sound like a little child. Kasamatsu huffed.

"I guess that means I'm in charge of cooking all the meals." The teen assumed.

The older man shrugged. "We can always eat out," He joked. Aomine shoved the rest of the burger into his mouth, chewing loudly as he got up. Kasamatsu made a face but Aomine ignored the teen's disturbed look as he passed by. "I need to be ready for anything." Aomine supplied.

"Like that could be used for a proper excuse on your poor table manners." Kasamatsu said in a scolding tone of voice. He momentarily thought back to whenever he would reprimand his younger brothers on their own manners at the dinner table.

Kasamatsu shook his head and glanced back at Aomine, only now realizing that the man had said something but Kasamatsu was too lost in his thoughts from the past to hear it. "Sorry, what did you say?" He asked.

"I said my parents weren't much for proper etiquette." Aomine repeated. The dark skinned male deposited his paper plate in the trash and walked over to Kasamatsu. He reached forward and patted the smaller man's head. "It was good."

Kasamatsu blinked, surprised from the compliment. His cheeks tinted pink inspite of himself. "Just good?" He pushed.

Aomine chuckled. "I'm sorry, Yukio. I meant to say that your cooking is the best." Aomine ruffled Kasamatsu's hair, amused when he pushed his hand away.

"Hmph. I already knew that." The steel-blue eyed teen retorted.

Although on the inside, Kasamatsu was happy that someone other than his own family liked his cooking. He finished his food and began to clean up, wanting to keep everything tidy since they were living in such a small space for two people. Kasamatsu washed the pans and stuck the remaining leftovers in the mini-fridge. The teen stared at the fridge and glanced at Aomine over his shoulder, "Do you know what you want to eat tomorrow?" He asked.

Aomine, who was now seated at the table observing the live feed from the camera's, turned to Kasamatsu. "I'll eat anything you make." He decided with a shrug. Aomine turned his attention back to the laptop in order to monitorthe camera's like a hawk.

"Anything, huh?" Kasamatsu mused as he dried off the pan. Once he put the few dishes away, he was left to stare at the clean kitchen area. It dawned on him that he would always see his mother happily cooking and cleaning the day away. Then he suddenly remembered that Aomine had called him a housewife.

Kasamatsu flushed hotly and twitched in anger. "You can just eat your charcol-toast, you idiot!" He huffed out.

"What!?"


Poor Aomine. Reduced to eating burnt toast... Haha, jk :p

~WinterAssassin~