FIC: One Week of Shuji to Akira

Title: One Week of Shuji to Akira

Chapter: Tuesday

Series: Nobuta wo Produce

Genre: Romance/Humour

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Yaoi/ Shonen-ai

A/N: Hello, Ragnarok Hound here. Here is today's lovely fic…drabble-y…thing...; I don't really have much of a structure for these ficlets, other than writing one per day and making sure they are unplanned. So, what I mean is, I came up with everything in this chapter as I typed; nothing was pre-planned. Which is probably why you might finish this thing and go "Huh? What the hell was that?" Still working on A Mystery to the Both of Them, and I'm a couple( i.e., 3 or 4) pages short of my chapter goal, so please bear with me. I have not forgotten or given up on my little (if you can call it little, 29 pages already posted, and still much more to come nn) Your patience shall be rewarded with eventual (and rare!!!) Shuji/Akira smex.

Tuesday

As soon as Shuji walked through the door, he found himself greeted by a very energetic Akira (wearing a black apron bearing the words "Kiss me, I'm a cook and I'm cute! -"), who insisted on hugging him tightly around the middle and not letting go. "Shuuji-kun! Welcome home! How was your day? Would you like some coffee? Or mame-no, tea!" Shuji looked down at Akira (Shuji was briefly amused by the irony), who was hugging his waist while kneeling on the floor eyebrows raised suspiciously. Maybe it was the fact that he was being bombarded with questions. Maybe it was because it felt like Akira was nervous and trying to hide something from him. But mostly because he had just been about to offer Shuji soy milk, and then changed his mind. Ah, yes. That was definitely it, Shuji thought. To Akira, soy milk was something he felt had to be a gift from the gods. That left Shuji with the impression, whatever Akira had done, it probably involved soy milk.

He sighed. "What did you do?"

Akira stopped clinging to Shuji's waist, and guiltily twiddled his fingers. "I love you Shuji…"

Shuji's face remained exactly the same. "I love you too, but that's not what I asked. What did you do?" he repeated folding his arms like a dog owner who has a suspicion that the puppy in front of them is the reason there is a large wet spot on the carpet.

Akira gulped. "Oh well, better tell him…he'd have found out in five minutes anyway," he decided. Akira mimicked Shuji's exasperated sigh, and motioned for his boyfriend to follow him to the kitchen.

As soon as Shuji walked through the kitchen, the smell of burned soy milk hit his nose, and he looked around to find the source of the smell. He didn't have to look far; a charred baking tray in the corner containing what appeared to be an equally black cake. When he inspected it closely, he noticed that their was heavily caramelized green icing on top, messily spelling out "Happy Birthday, Shuji-koi! ♥" in hiragana and kanji. He felt something melt in his chest. He suspected it might have been his heart, and rolled his eyes at his own mushiness.

Akira looked at him nervously, bit his bottom lip and said, "I tried to use a blowtorch to melt the sugar on the top a little, but the whole thing caught fire, and I had to use my mamechichi to put it out…I would've made a new one, but you came home early…" After that last bit, Akira expression turned tearful. He closed his eyes and waited for Shuji to chide him and tell him he shouldn't have been using that old blowtorch to caramelize with, or that he didn't want or like cake anyway. Instead, he was surprised when he felt himself be embraced by two warm arms. He opened his eyes and heard Shuji speak softly into his ear.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it would have been very good…thank you…" Shuji let go of him and looked him in the eyes. "Why don't we just go out for dinner tonight, hm? My treat. Then neither of us will burn anything," he joked. Akira pouted and stuck out his tongue.

"Oh, and Akira? As cute as you look, please ask before you wear my apron."

Owari

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