30 Day DaiMao Drabble Challenge: Day 15
A/N: Inspired by an imagine your OTP post on tumblr. I present to you my failed attempt at cute DaiMao humor:
Mao was sitting in his room, catching up on some reading he had to do for his psychology class, when a heavenly scent crept through his door.
Cookies.
Daichan must be baking again, he thought. The young man had promised himself that he would let nothing distract him from his readings that day, since he had already procrastinated enough, yet another whiff of freshly baked goodness caused his stomach to rumble with hunger.
Stopping midsentence in his Oliver Sacks book, Mao jumped out of bed almost automatically and headed for the kitchen where his boyfriend was carefully setting a tray of chocolate-chip cookies on a cooling rack by the window.
“Hey babe,” Daisuke said when he sensed Mao walking in behind him.
“Hey. Watcha got there, hm? It smells amazing,” Mao replied distractedly as he looked over Daisuke’s shoulder for a sight of the cookies. He practically started drooling.
“These are for our new neighbors across the street, remember? You’re the one who suggested we take them something. I heard they moved here from America, so I figured, ‘hey, why not make them something sweet. Americans love chocolate-chip cookies, right?’ So I made some”.
Mao hummed in response, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy eyeing the tray of confections before him, staring at them with dilated pupils. As if in a hypnotic trance, he reached an arm out to grab a cookie only to have it slapped away, bringing him back to reality.
“Hey! What was that for?!” Mao whined.
“No touching! I only baked a dozen of these babies, there’s only enough here for the neighbors,” Daisuke scolded.
The younger man pouted. “But I’m hungry,” he complained, “and it smells really good, I can’t resist. Can I have just one?”
“No,” came the stern answer. Mao’s eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms like a rotten child, watching Daisuke take off his apron before walking out of the kitchen.
Once he thought his boyfriend was out of sight, Mao sneakily inched towards the tray of cookies, only to have Daisuke come back and startle him with a final warning, “And don’t try sneaking any behind my back,” he said before heading out once more.
Mao sulked and dragged his feet out of the kitchen, looking back at the tray of cookies once more with a sad pout. He went back to his room, still hungry, and grabbed his book once more to distract himself with some studying.
After some time, Mao’s door cracked open and Daisuke informed him that he was going to run down to a shop to grab some ribbon to use for wrapping the cookies, in order to make them more presentable when he offered them to the neighbors. Once the younger man heard his boyfriend leave, he got an idea.
Mao got up carefully and slowly went into the kitchen, keeping an eye out in case Daisuke should happen to come back and see him. When he was sure the coast was clear, he hurried toward his target, and a huge, victorious smile stretched on his face when he grabbed a warm cookie and took a bite.
“Mmm…” he hummed with delight, savoring the sweet morsel.
He was so immersed in enjoying the cookie that he didn’t hear the front door open again.
“Mao, what are you doing?!” Daisuke chided as his boyfriend reached for another treat.
Mao turned around abruptly, a look of sheer guilt written on his face. He was caught red-handed.
“I uh...i-it’s not what it looks like!”
The older man raised an unamused eyebrow, “Mao…”
“Okay, okay!” Mao surrendered as Daisuke crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation. “I-I’m…I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, Daisuke was actually taken aback before he realized how ridiculous his boyfriend’s excuse was. “Is that the only excuse you can come up with?”
“But it’s true! I’m pregnant, and I couldn’t help myself! You know how pregnant women get when they crave something!”
Of all the crazy things Mao has ever said or done, Daisuke was sure that this was the craziest. “Mao, you’re not even a woman,” he said flatly.
“Well I don’t have to be…haven’t you heard about that one man that got pregnant? It’s totally possible you know,” the younger continued in an honest, yet futile attempt to convince his boyfriend.
“Alright, alright…you made your point. Hunger has obviously made you delusional. Just eat some cookies and I’ll make another batch for the neighbors,” Daisuke finally conceded.
“I knew you’d understand, baby!” Mao exclaimed, hurrying over to his boyfriend to kiss him on the cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you save me some too,” Daisuke mumbled as Mao took the tray of cookies to the dining table to eat.
“Oh no, if you want any, you’d better eat some now ‘cause I’m not saving anything,” Mao said through a mouthful.
Daisuke sighed and sat down with his boyfriend to eat, shaking his head, yet smiling slightly as he watched him stuff his face more happily than a kid in a candy shop.
Note to self: Don’t ever trust Mao around sweets.
The end.
Mao was sitting in his room, catching up on some reading he had to do for his psychology class, when a heavenly scent crept through his door.
Cookies.
Daichan must be baking again, he thought. The young man had promised himself that he would let nothing distract him from his readings that day, since he had already procrastinated enough, yet another whiff of freshly baked goodness caused his stomach to rumble with hunger.
Stopping midsentence in his Oliver Sacks book, Mao jumped out of bed almost automatically and headed for the kitchen where his boyfriend was carefully setting a tray of chocolate-chip cookies on a cooling rack by the window.
“Hey babe,” Daisuke said when he sensed Mao walking in behind him.
“Hey. Watcha got there, hm? It smells amazing,” Mao replied distractedly as he looked over Daisuke’s shoulder for a sight of the cookies. He practically started drooling.
“These are for our new neighbors across the street, remember? You’re the one who suggested we take them something. I heard they moved here from America, so I figured, ‘hey, why not make them something sweet. Americans love chocolate-chip cookies, right?’ So I made some”.
Mao hummed in response, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy eyeing the tray of confections before him, staring at them with dilated pupils. As if in a hypnotic trance, he reached an arm out to grab a cookie only to have it slapped away, bringing him back to reality.
“Hey! What was that for?!” Mao whined.
“No touching! I only baked a dozen of these babies, there’s only enough here for the neighbors,” Daisuke scolded.
The younger man pouted. “But I’m hungry,” he complained, “and it smells really good, I can’t resist. Can I have just one?”
“No,” came the stern answer. Mao’s eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms like a rotten child, watching Daisuke take off his apron before walking out of the kitchen.
Once he thought his boyfriend was out of sight, Mao sneakily inched towards the tray of cookies, only to have Daisuke come back and startle him with a final warning, “And don’t try sneaking any behind my back,” he said before heading out once more.
Mao sulked and dragged his feet out of the kitchen, looking back at the tray of cookies once more with a sad pout. He went back to his room, still hungry, and grabbed his book once more to distract himself with some studying.
After some time, Mao’s door cracked open and Daisuke informed him that he was going to run down to a shop to grab some ribbon to use for wrapping the cookies, in order to make them more presentable when he offered them to the neighbors. Once the younger man heard his boyfriend leave, he got an idea.
Mao got up carefully and slowly went into the kitchen, keeping an eye out in case Daisuke should happen to come back and see him. When he was sure the coast was clear, he hurried toward his target, and a huge, victorious smile stretched on his face when he grabbed a warm cookie and took a bite.
“Mmm…” he hummed with delight, savoring the sweet morsel.
He was so immersed in enjoying the cookie that he didn’t hear the front door open again.
“Mao, what are you doing?!” Daisuke chided as his boyfriend reached for another treat.
Mao turned around abruptly, a look of sheer guilt written on his face. He was caught red-handed.
“I uh...i-it’s not what it looks like!”
The older man raised an unamused eyebrow, “Mao…”
“Okay, okay!” Mao surrendered as Daisuke crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation. “I-I’m…I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, Daisuke was actually taken aback before he realized how ridiculous his boyfriend’s excuse was. “Is that the only excuse you can come up with?”
“But it’s true! I’m pregnant, and I couldn’t help myself! You know how pregnant women get when they crave something!”
Of all the crazy things Mao has ever said or done, Daisuke was sure that this was the craziest. “Mao, you’re not even a woman,” he said flatly.
“Well I don’t have to be…haven’t you heard about that one man that got pregnant? It’s totally possible you know,” the younger continued in an honest, yet futile attempt to convince his boyfriend.
“Alright, alright…you made your point. Hunger has obviously made you delusional. Just eat some cookies and I’ll make another batch for the neighbors,” Daisuke finally conceded.
“I knew you’d understand, baby!” Mao exclaimed, hurrying over to his boyfriend to kiss him on the cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you save me some too,” Daisuke mumbled as Mao took the tray of cookies to the dining table to eat.
“Oh no, if you want any, you’d better eat some now ‘cause I’m not saving anything,” Mao said through a mouthful.
Daisuke sighed and sat down with his boyfriend to eat, shaking his head, yet smiling slightly as he watched him stuff his face more happily than a kid in a candy shop.
Note to self: Don’t ever trust Mao around sweets.
The end.