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Cookies and Ice Cream (Hanatarou/Hinamori)
Title: Cookies and Ice Cream
Author/Artist: Me, Nadat
Characters/Pairings: Hanatarou/Hinamori, Iemura
Rating: G
Spoilers: Very, very minor for the SS Arc
Notes/Summary: For the February prompt challenge, 'smell of cinnamon'
Hanatarou stepped back from the counter and smiled. The gingersnap cookies looked great, smelled great and… well, he just had to test, of course. After a quick nibble, Hanatarou confirmed that indeed, the cookies tasted great as well.
Iemura poked his head in the doorway. “Upon investigation of this scent, I discovered that Hanatarou was cooking, again.”
Hanatarou ignored him, used to Iemura narrating his diary entries. His eyes lit up as he thought of a perfect final touch for the cookies, just a touch of cinnamon. Humming tunelessly, Hanatarou sprinkled some on top, and gazed in contentment at the finished product.
“I really don’t get why he stares at food. Maybe it has something to do with being afraid to eat it? One day I could try to cook, maybe, and find out. But I find eating out to be much less wor-mph!”
Hanatarou stuffed a cookie in Iemura’s mouth and cheerfully took a basket-full down the hall of the Fourth Division, into a rather grey room with a rather blue girl.
“Hinamori?”
She looked away from the window. “Oh, Hanatarou.”
He didn’t let her unenthusiastic greeting dissuade him. He never did. “I brought cookies. I think they taste good. Want to try one?”
Hinamori turned away without answering.
Hanatarou knew not to give up so easily. “They’re gingersnaps. I made them for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” Her tone was flat, emotionless.
“I know. I wanted to.” He brought them over, closer, and pulled one out to offer it to her. She stared at it. He lifted it towards her nose. “You can at least smell it.”
Her eyes flickered to his, and then back to the cookie. She sniffed, and sneezed. And sneezed again. “My nose!” Her eyes started to water as she kept sneezing.
Hanatarou quickly put the basket down and grabbed a nearby box of tissues. “Wha-”
She didn’t answer while getting the sneezing under control. Finally, rubbing her eyes, she looked at him. “Something got up my nose. It burned.”
His shoulders slumped. He had just wanted a ghost of a smile again. “Cinnamon. I put it on... I thought you’d like it…”
“You made me snort cinnamon?”
Eyes falling to the floor, Hanatarou nodded. “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to enjoy them…”
There was an odd sound from Hinamori. Hanatarou risked looking up, to find that it had been a very soft laugh. Her still-sad eyes were at contrast with the faintest upward twitching of her lips. “I haven’t snorted cinnamon since the day Shiro-kun poured it on ice cream. That was horrible.”
“Cinnamon… on ice cream?”
“Don’t ask me.” Her lighter mood was starting to reach her eyes. “I… I wouldn’t mind a cookie, Yamada-san.”
“Hanatarou. I mean… of course! But people call me Hanatarou.”
“I wouldn’t mind a cookie, Hanatarou.”
~*~
Author/Artist: Me, Nadat
Characters/Pairings: Hanatarou/Hinamori, Iemura
Rating: G
Spoilers: Very, very minor for the SS Arc
Notes/Summary: For the February prompt challenge, 'smell of cinnamon'
Hanatarou stepped back from the counter and smiled. The gingersnap cookies looked great, smelled great and… well, he just had to test, of course. After a quick nibble, Hanatarou confirmed that indeed, the cookies tasted great as well.
Iemura poked his head in the doorway. “Upon investigation of this scent, I discovered that Hanatarou was cooking, again.”
Hanatarou ignored him, used to Iemura narrating his diary entries. His eyes lit up as he thought of a perfect final touch for the cookies, just a touch of cinnamon. Humming tunelessly, Hanatarou sprinkled some on top, and gazed in contentment at the finished product.
“I really don’t get why he stares at food. Maybe it has something to do with being afraid to eat it? One day I could try to cook, maybe, and find out. But I find eating out to be much less wor-mph!”
Hanatarou stuffed a cookie in Iemura’s mouth and cheerfully took a basket-full down the hall of the Fourth Division, into a rather grey room with a rather blue girl.
“Hinamori?”
She looked away from the window. “Oh, Hanatarou.”
He didn’t let her unenthusiastic greeting dissuade him. He never did. “I brought cookies. I think they taste good. Want to try one?”
Hinamori turned away without answering.
Hanatarou knew not to give up so easily. “They’re gingersnaps. I made them for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” Her tone was flat, emotionless.
“I know. I wanted to.” He brought them over, closer, and pulled one out to offer it to her. She stared at it. He lifted it towards her nose. “You can at least smell it.”
Her eyes flickered to his, and then back to the cookie. She sniffed, and sneezed. And sneezed again. “My nose!” Her eyes started to water as she kept sneezing.
Hanatarou quickly put the basket down and grabbed a nearby box of tissues. “Wha-”
She didn’t answer while getting the sneezing under control. Finally, rubbing her eyes, she looked at him. “Something got up my nose. It burned.”
His shoulders slumped. He had just wanted a ghost of a smile again. “Cinnamon. I put it on... I thought you’d like it…”
“You made me snort cinnamon?”
Eyes falling to the floor, Hanatarou nodded. “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to enjoy them…”
There was an odd sound from Hinamori. Hanatarou risked looking up, to find that it had been a very soft laugh. Her still-sad eyes were at contrast with the faintest upward twitching of her lips. “I haven’t snorted cinnamon since the day Shiro-kun poured it on ice cream. That was horrible.”
“Cinnamon… on ice cream?”
“Don’t ask me.” Her lighter mood was starting to reach her eyes. “I… I wouldn’t mind a cookie, Yamada-san.”
“Hanatarou. I mean… of course! But people call me Hanatarou.”
“I wouldn’t mind a cookie, Hanatarou.”
~*~