humanizedserenity sent me a fluff scenario about Izaya coming home to hotpot from Masaomi, and I decided to add it in this little collection of drabbles. Enjoy!

Since this drabble and the next are both really short, and I didn't want to awkwardly combine them, I'm posting both of them at once.


Izaya tiredly made his way off the elevator and to his apartment door. He pulled out a key to unlock it only to find that the door was already unlocked. It wasn't unusual for it to be unlocked when Masaomi was in the apartment, but he had made a point to tell Izaya that he would be sleeping over at a friend's place that night.

I definitely locked this before I left.

He pulled out his knife and silently slipped inside his apartment. He froze when he smelled something...delicious. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he saw the figure of a familiar human at his kitchen table.

"Masaomi-kun, if your plans change, you should tell me. I could've ended up attacking you." He switched on the light, put his knife away, and froze again. "Masaomi...kun...?"

The teenager looked at Izaya with a frown as he leaned back against his chair. "You've been gone for ages. You're lucky this is hotpot. The food would've gotten cold otherwise." He stood up when Izaya didn't move. "Hello? Anyone there?"

Suddenly, he was pulled into a tight embrace. Masaomi hugged the man with the small amount of movement allowed by Izaya's constricting arms. "Izaya...san... I can't...breathe," he said in a strained voice as Izaya squeezed him tightly.

Izaya let go and looked at the boy with large eyes. His gaze drifted to the kitchen room table, on which were two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, two wine glasses, and a bottle of white wine. In the center, amid a few small dishes of food, sat a hotpot. He slowly walked towards it and sat down in front of one of the bowls, his gaze fixed on the centerpiece.

"What is it?"

"It's Mizutaki. It was my first time cooking it, so I also made a few easy side dishes in case you don't like it."

Izaya smiled widely at Masaomi in a genuine way that made the boys heart race. "I'm sure it'll be great. Thank you for this, Masaomi-kun; I've been wanting to have hotpot with someone. How did you know?"

Masaomi smiled as he started to dish up his food. "You were moping around after you learned everyone but you in the chatroom was having hotpot with someone."

"I wasn't 'moping,'" Izaya scoffed.

The younger male refrained from calling his boyfriend 'cute.' Terms like that either earned him a glare, or persistent refusal until he gave in and called him a compliment he could accept. He smiled and kissed his cheek. "C'mon. Let's eat."

Once they both started eating, Masaomi scooted closer to Izaya and pressed their sides together a bit. He ate happily beside his lover, smiling as he saw a childish grin out of the corner of his eyes. This ought to put the informant in a good mood for at least a day or two, and he would likely be rewarded with cuddling and whispered sweet nothings before bed.

As Masaomi had predicted, Izaya was extra affectionate once they got to be, wrapping his younger lover up in his arms and not letting go the whole night.