GoGo is a mechanic by trade, a speedster by hobby. She's a kick-ass, loving and supporting wife to her husband, and a honest to goodness clean freak.
But she is not a cook.
And she wonders why she had this brilliant idea to surprise her husband after he returns from his three-day business trip in Los Angosaka.
"Right," she mumbles under her breath, and flips through her newly-bought cookbook for what seems to be the hundredth time. "Because I was guilty. Because Tadashi does stuff like this for me all the time, and I have done nothing. Nada. Zit." She rolls up her sleeves and prepares to finally, finally, put the godforsaken chicken in the pan.
Only thing is, she's scared of fire. She has no idea how her husband does it - just plops whatever meat needed for the recipe into a sizzling pan. Isn't he afraid of the oil splattering all over? Isn't he afraid of fire? Then again... He might not have a choice, because he had the luck of marrying someone who didn't know how to cook.
That thought being the motivation she needs, GoGo gets ready to place the chicken in the pan - using a spatula to hold the chicken breast in the air above the pan, and she slowly lowers it down.
The sizzling sound the chicken makes on contact with the pan makes her jump a litttle, and GoGo automatically turns the fire down to the lowest possible level. Satisfied her chicken breast won't explode or jump at her, she moves on to rice. She's cooked rice before, which is why she's a bit more confident as she washes it, and dumps it all into a rice cooker, with a smug smile on her face. She measures the correct amount of water and salt, a recipe for jasmine rice that her grandmother used to make.
GoGo eyes her chicken, which has suspiciously stopped sizzling, and she tries to flip it over.
Tries being the operative word.
The apartment two floors up hear a muffled scream.
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Tadashi gets home at seven in the evening, tired and eager to see his wife. He's hungry, too, and he hopes she at least ordered a pizza or something to eat. As he approaches his apartment door, a gorgeous, heaven-sent smell wafts from inside, and he wonders if this is the same apartment.
Tadashi actually steps back and looks at the door number. "Okay, this is still Apartment 622-A." He opens the door, cautious. "GoGo?" Yes, his nose isn't failing him; there's actually the scent of homecooked food in their apartment.
While he was away.
Nothing smells like it's burning. No wife passed out on the floor. Tadashi backtracks and checks the apartment door number again.
"Tadashi?" GoGo steps into the foyer, wiping her hands on the bottom of her shirt. She sees him in the doorway and smiles. "Hey."
"Hi..." he says, feeling extremely relieved nothing has happened to his wife. He barely has time to let his bags drop to the floor before she jumps on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist.
She loves how her height complements his.
He smiles as he presses his forehead to hers. "Missed me?" She breathes out, and he chuckles.
"Of course I did," he answers, after giving her a long kiss on the mouth. "Now would you please tell me what smells so good?" Tadashi sets her down, and GoGo has a very smug, happy smile on her face. He kisses her again just for the heck of it; she looks so cute.
"Oh, nothing really. Just friend chicken breast with a side of jasmine rice and... And what are you looking at?"
"I love you," he blurts out, and she slowly smiles up at him.
"I love you too." She shakes her head; he hasn't questioned her, hasn't doubted if she really was the cook, hasn't given her even a second of doubt. He just accepts wholeheartedly that GoGo's done something she hasn't done before. And the guilt that she feels over getting the praise alone is what goads her into continuing. "Well, I kind of panicked when I flipped the chicken, so I called Honey Lemon..."
A smile grows on his face.
"...And I ran out of chicken so I had to call Hiro to get some more..."
He waits.
"... And Wasabi and Fred were the ones who let me borrow their cookbooks in the first place and-"
He bends down and kisses her again, to shut her up, and she happily accepts. He finally leans back, a kind look in his eye. "You are the best wife anyone could ever ask for. Every time I turn around, I think I've got you down pat... You surprise me. And I couldn't ask for more."
She blushes, and turns away. "Oh, stop it. Come on, let's go eat before it gets cold."
His eyes light up as they reach the dinner table, and GoGo can't help but feel a bit proud at her achievement. Sure, her presentation could use a bit work, but she's sure she wouldn't have done it any other way. And as the night goes on, they talk about his trip, and what she did while he was away, and reconnect.
Dinner turned out great, but it was dessert that was even better...
If you get what I mean.
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Surpriiiiiise! I've decided to make this an anthology!
I started with one Tomadashi married one-shot, and then all of the sudden, I had so many I had to get something to write on. It's crazy how much you guys say you like my one-shots.
Married Tomadashi is something I rarely see here, and something I really like. So it would be my pleasure to give it all to you.
This fic will always be 'completed', won't be in any specific order, but will all be about Tomadashi's wedding and beyond.
Yes, I said 'wedding and beyond'. So expect an actual wedding in the next chapters! Wheee!
See you next time!