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This "miracle" was only slightly burnt rice for the future omuraisu. After putting it away and, much to the anger of his newfound cook, throwing it in the trash, Takumi decided to save the rest of the food. The onions in the other pan were well fried to a golden crust, along with thin slices of chicken fillet and mushrooms, which were also, surprisingly, quite well cooked.
The biggest mistake was that Misaki cooked the rice separately, and without adding the right amount of oil, she ended up burning it. She should have put everything in one pan, along with the other ingredients. Noticing another bowl of preheated rice on the table, Takumi added it to the other good stuff.
Rummaging through the cupboards, he retrieved the hondashi (*dry fish broth), one teaspoon of which was enough for cooking. Taking out another egg dish, he quickly whipped them with his chopsticks, and after setting the utensils aside for a moment, Usui returned to the frying pan. It was already sizzling and crackling nicely, and the smell of slightly fried chicken and mushrooms tickled the sinuses of his nose delightfully. Adding ketchup at the end, the cook stirred all the ingredients together until all the rice was red. Finally, after tossing in a portion of edamame (*unripe soybeans) and adding pepper and salt to taste, Takumi moved the nearly cooked dish to a plate, making room in the pan.
After greasing the frying pan with a bit of butter, Usui poured the eggs onto it and turned the cooking utensil at an angle, letting them spread all over its surface. After fluffing the eggs a little with the chopsticks for a more delicate texture, Takumi had to wait a little longer for them to fry. Finally he could get down to the final part, which was to move the rice carefully into the pan and spread it to the very edge to wrap the omelet. And so, the masterpiece he was creating was ready - a golden omelet crust and a nice-smelling chicken with mushrooms and rice underneath. Wielding a bottle of ketchup, Takumi decided to write his beloved's name in hieroglyphics, carefully drawing each line and ending with a heart.
Takumi looked for a teapot as he served the tray, because green tea was the most important thing at a meal. The blond man had to wait for the leaves to brew in the glass container before he could drink them. Distracted from the preparation, he remembered the culprit of all this "celebration". Where had she gone? It had become suspiciously quiet in the apartment. Could it be that she had left without him noticing anything?
After blinking, he decided to finish the job first, and then search for the missing person. He took the tray in his hands and carried it to the kotatsu. Now he could worry about the absence of his other half.
- Takumi, I found it! - The squealing enthusiastic voice of the abruptly announced "missing" other half suddenly cut through the dazed guy's ears. - Today's paper has new discounts, and by the way, a fresh shipment of chicken fillets for 230 yen is arriving on Monday, can you imagine that? Oh, and I almost forgot, we need fruit, and it's gone up a lot. I found a bunch of bananas for 110 yen and a couple of peaches for 700 yen. We should also...
Who knew that she would become like her sister, but unlike his lover, Suzuna-chan was very calm, while Misaki... Combined with her explosive temper it was something intolerable for any human, but Takumi is not human, right? Smirking, the young man intercepted the disheveled swirl of raven hair, stopping the madness in its tracks.
- Right! I have to go in right after work, they put out finished products for half price in the evening," as soon as his beloved spoke again, the young man realized that if the storm had started, there was no way to stop it, so he could only wait for it to subside...
After waiting and trying not to listen to the static noise of "discounts and promotions," Takumi took a deep breath and raised his eyes to the ceiling, as if it could give him an answer. Misaki frowned when she noticed that the boy wasn't listening to her, because she was talking about important things and he didn't care.
- Don't you care at all? - She asked angrily, with her hands at her sides.
The blond guy slowly shifted his gaze to the annoyed girl and mentally sighed heavily. Even if he told her, Misaki still wouldn't understand. She has her own perception of the world.
- It's not that. It's just that you're overreacting, and it's not like it's some kind of disaster..." He tried to reason with her, but to no avail.
- No way! - Misaki interrupted the monotonous speech with an objection. - Anything can happen to us, especially in our relationship, so it's worth saving and saving in advance. After all, it's going to be a lot harder to live...
It was as if Takumi had been pelted with cold water. He couldn't believe everything he had heard. Did she really think he would leave her? It was understandable of course, with her past, she didn't trust many people now, but still... It really stung his heart.
Looking at the change in expression on his face, Misaki bit her tongue. Why would she say that?
- Misaki," he rarely addressed her formally, "I would never do anything like that. I know it's hard to believe, because there are all kinds of situations. I wouldn't want to be in that position myself, but please, please believe me. If you're so afraid, I can pay for the rest of the house, so you can save up for... Some kind of occasion," the brunette's heart skipped a beat at those words. No, there was no way she would roll into something like that! Being a "kept woman" was not part of her plan.
- No, don't you dare go on. We're supposed to live equally and invest equally in our lives together. I'm sorry that I got so angry out of the blue. Anyway, I have quite enough saved up. You won't hold it against me? - Misa said in a quiet apologetic tone, not expecting this from herself, looking at Takumi furtively, as if unseenly searching his face for the necessary and familiar to her blond emotion.
- Of course I won't, but," the sharply mischievous timbre strained the girl's muscles, "only if you kiss me yourself. On the lips, not, as usual, on the cheek," he managed to stump his lover, and it was a pleasure to watch the crimson bloom on her cheeks with his every word.
Misaki walked right up to him and looked up into his obviously laughing emerald eyes with a challenge and a blazing fire in her chest. She rose on her toes and wrapped her arms around her lover's powerful neck, digging her fingers into the mop of wheat hair. As she moved closer to his lips, she paused for a moment, watching as they opened slightly, enticing him with their softness and the pleasant scent of minty paste.
As she fused with the young man in a tender kiss, Misaki was the first to launch a peculiar attack, wrinkling her lips against his, licking them slightly with the tip of her tongue, trying to pull them apart. Taking the initiative in this sort of thing was new to her, but still, she wanted to show him that she had learned something from him, too. Her lover opened his mouth to let the girl's insistent tongue in, feeling it as if it were struggling against his.
The wet sounds of smacking filled the room, immediately shifting the innocent atmosphere to something more intimate, intimate that no one was supposed to see. The way they looked now would probably have made someone laugh. Both were in rather ridiculous shape because of their underwear, but that was the least of their worries right now.
The couple finally parted to catch their breath. Misaki only now realized what she had done, which made her cheeks blush in the blink of an eye, and her honey eyes close, and the girl pressed close to the guy, her nose burning with embarrassment on her lover's neck. She felt her body vibrate beneath her and heard the blond man's laughter above her, his arms closed around Misaki waist, hugging and holding her tightly to him. She immediately felt uncomfortable: the feel of his naked skin was a little embarrassing. Trying to pull away from such a seductive body, Ayuzawa pressed her palms against his chest.
Her heart skipped a beat, her head rattled, and her stomach felt warm for a moment. Something clenched into a tight lump, settling in, creating an imagined discomfort. Unaware of the sensation, the brunette stopped, her breath cramping in her windpipe, not allowing air to pass. Takumi didn't immediately realize what had happened. Why she had stalled like that. But what the girl did next surprised the boy himself, too, as if an invisible barrier was preventing him from moving.
The girl's cold fingers slid down the boy's body, stroking the tense pectoral muscles under his thin, cold skin, giving him sweet goosebumps. As soon as Misaki lingered, Takumi pressed against her, a stubborn loving heart pushed under her palm. Her hands slid to her bottom, sliding gently down her torso, and Usui attentive and anxious gaze escorted them. He didn't know what to expect, and this abrupt change in Misa's behavior alarmed him. The girl's fingers barely touched the edge of the cloth, her emerald eyes gleaming in a room that was covered in darkness from behind the thick curtains of the window. Unaware of what she was doing, the girl's palm came down tightly on Takumi groin, causing him to clench his teeth and mutter disapprovingly. Her slim wrist intercepted the young man's fingers, closing tightly around them and involuntarily listening for a frantic pulse. Misaki threw her head back and abruptly opened her cold golden eyes, which seemed glassy and unseeing, as if the girl had awakened from her sleep again and was now unaware of what was going on around her.
- No, don't do that,- the heavy bass pressed on the girl, and Misaki wanted to interrupt him, but she was not allowed to. He immediately softened his tone so as not to frighten his beloved. - This is neither the time nor the place, and... This is all too abrupt. You don't know what you're doing right now,- his voice came down to a whisper and a plea, and the pitying expression on the blond's face made it clear that he wasn't ready to discuss it at the moment, so Misaki immediately let Usui go without asking uncomfortable questions at the moment.