30 Day DaiMao Drabble Challenge: Day 11
Daisuke finally got home after a routine day at work, tired and hungry. He hung his coat on the rack by the door and was about to look for his fiancé when-
BAM!
The sound of metal pots banging on the floor in the kitchen sounded disturbingly throughout the house, causing Daisuke to heave a sigh. Mao was in the kitchen again, trying to do God-knows-what.
Daisuke went into the kitchen and found his fiancé muttering curses to no one in particular as he bent down to pick the kitchenware up from the ground.
“I thought we both agreed you weren’t going to try cooking again.”
Mao startled and shot up from his kneeling position, hitting his head on the edge of the counter. “Aich…” he hissed, rubbing the sore spot, “You could’ve warned me that you were here. When did you get home anyway?”
“I just got home a minute ago…and thank goodness I got here before you managed to burn the kitchen down again,” Daisuke chuckled with amusement. Mao just stuck his tongue out in response. “How about we go out to a ramen shop tonight? I’ve been craving a good bowl of soup.”
Mao was still soothing the little bump that formed on his head as he approached Daisuke and gave him a welcome-home kiss, like he did every day. “I was actually trying to make ramen for dinner, but then this happened,” he complained, gesturing towards the mess of pots and pans that still littered the floor.
“Ah, I see. Well, I have a better idea…Let’s go out for dinner tonight first, and when we get home, we can cook up our own recipes together,” Daisuke insinuated suggestively, pulling his fiancé flush against his body.
Mao rolled his eyes dramatically, “God, you say that every day, and every single time we end up having sex instead of actually cooking something!”
Daisuke spluttered, taken aback. “S-so this whole time…you thought I literally meant we’d cook something?”
Mao scratched his head cutely. “Well, yeah…that is what you said, right?”
The older man laughed and ruffled his naive-yet adorable-fiancé’s hair, causing him to pout.
He was still completely clueless.
“Alright baby, if it means that much to you we can actually cook something for real this time. But I’m starving now, so let’s get some food out first and then we can bake a cake or something when we get home. What do you say?”
Mao looked thoughtful for a moment with a finger touching his chin. “Hmm…yeah, I guess that would be okay. Can we make a chocolate cake?” he asked, suddenly excited.
“Of course we can, baby. We’ll have to stop by at the market and grab some ingredients on the way home, though. I’m pretty sure we don’t have what we need to make a chocolate cake.”
“Yay!” Mao cheered, bouncing on his heels as he clapped like a baby seal. “I’ll go get ready then!”
Daisuke smiled fondly as he watched his lover skip out of the kitchen and decided to clean up the mess as he waited, but Mao surprised him when he came back and gave him a kiss.
“What was that for?” the older man asked, though certainly not unpleased with the sudden gesture.
“That’s because I love you and you’re the most amazing man in the whole world!”
Daisuke smirked, “So does that mean we’re going to have sex tonight after all?”
Mao just winked seductively and tried to take a sexy stride out of the kitchen; he should’ve watched where he was going, though, since instead of going out the door he-
BAM!
…he bumped into the wall instead.
“Oi…what am I going to do with you, Maokun?”
Mao just smiled sheepishly and hurried out of the kitchen, and Daisuke was left to wonder what good he had done in his life to deserve him.
He may be a klutz, but at least he’s my klutz.
The End.