She left him wiping mashed potato from his brow.
Title: We Don't Talk About This in Public
Series: Yakitate!! Japan
Word Count: 388
Rating: Is this officially yaoi? I mean, there's flirting. PG-13 for the heated looks.
She left him wiping mashed potato from his brow.
“That was rude,” Kuroyanagi said as he watched Azusagawa Yukino stomp out of the restaurant. An unappetizing chunk fell from his bangs, decorating his shirt with pieces of cabbage. “Not to mention sub-quality. Everybody knows genuine colcannon can only be made with Comber Spuds grown from the rolling emerald hills of Ireland.”
Shigeru was beaming at him when he turned back, making him squirm and cough. Instead, he glared at the mob of customers flocking the long buffet table. The air condition wasn’t keeping up with the flux of human bodies.
“We really need to stop running into Yukino whenever there’s moist food around, senpai. You always get so messy.”
He shrugged and contemplated the osso bucco before him. The reaction that this dish could illicit filled him with dread. He chose to sniff it instead. He wouldn’t want to risk his life, not if there weren’t cameras around.
“And I still don’t understand why you feel the need to evaluate the all-you-can-eat buffets in the Greater Tokyo Area. Becoming tired of gourmet cuisine, Mr. Famous Food Critic?”
“Good food isn’t created in laboratory-type conditions. A critic must be in tune with flavor trends of the common people. The palate is democratic no tyrannical. Also, satisfying flavors can come from the most suspicious concoctions.”
“You’re level of commitment is admirable, Kuroyanagi-san,” Shigeru murmured. And suddenly his grin turned mischievous. “You think we’ll come across a dish with aphrodisiac qualities like the tandoori chicken sub we had back in Harvard?”
“What?” Kuroyanagi spluttered.
“I remember your reaction then, you kept stripping off your clothes and scattering them around the--"
“Th-that’s a lie!”
“--campus and all you wore during lecture was a sweater. With no pants--"
“People are starting to hear you!”
“--and you kept giving me heated looks throughout midterm week.”
Kuroyanagi slumped under their table, his eyes darting around the room for any eavesdroppers. His blush contrasted nicely with the remnants of potato on his neck. “If that ever reaches the extortion circuit, I’ll know exactly where it came from and I’ll kill you.”
“I’d like to see that reaction a second time, I think,” Shigeru’s smile grew wider, unfurling like a souffle. “Now that I’m legal, I think I can participate in that experiment.
Series: Yakitate!! Japan
Word Count: 388
Rating: Is this officially yaoi? I mean, there's flirting. PG-13 for the heated looks.
She left him wiping mashed potato from his brow.
“That was rude,” Kuroyanagi said as he watched Azusagawa Yukino stomp out of the restaurant. An unappetizing chunk fell from his bangs, decorating his shirt with pieces of cabbage. “Not to mention sub-quality. Everybody knows genuine colcannon can only be made with Comber Spuds grown from the rolling emerald hills of Ireland.”
Shigeru was beaming at him when he turned back, making him squirm and cough. Instead, he glared at the mob of customers flocking the long buffet table. The air condition wasn’t keeping up with the flux of human bodies.
“We really need to stop running into Yukino whenever there’s moist food around, senpai. You always get so messy.”
He shrugged and contemplated the osso bucco before him. The reaction that this dish could illicit filled him with dread. He chose to sniff it instead. He wouldn’t want to risk his life, not if there weren’t cameras around.
“And I still don’t understand why you feel the need to evaluate the all-you-can-eat buffets in the Greater Tokyo Area. Becoming tired of gourmet cuisine, Mr. Famous Food Critic?”
“Good food isn’t created in laboratory-type conditions. A critic must be in tune with flavor trends of the common people. The palate is democratic no tyrannical. Also, satisfying flavors can come from the most suspicious concoctions.”
“You’re level of commitment is admirable, Kuroyanagi-san,” Shigeru murmured. And suddenly his grin turned mischievous. “You think we’ll come across a dish with aphrodisiac qualities like the tandoori chicken sub we had back in Harvard?”
“What?” Kuroyanagi spluttered.
“I remember your reaction then, you kept stripping off your clothes and scattering them around the--"
“Th-that’s a lie!”
“--campus and all you wore during lecture was a sweater. With no pants--"
“People are starting to hear you!”
“--and you kept giving me heated looks throughout midterm week.”
Kuroyanagi slumped under their table, his eyes darting around the room for any eavesdroppers. His blush contrasted nicely with the remnants of potato on his neck. “If that ever reaches the extortion circuit, I’ll know exactly where it came from and I’ll kill you.”
“I’d like to see that reaction a second time, I think,” Shigeru’s smile grew wider, unfurling like a souffle. “Now that I’m legal, I think I can participate in that experiment.