[fanfic] Cooking for Breakfast
Hello all~
Oh my gosh, finally posting my first fanfic!
This short fanfic is a sweet story between Yamachan and OC. Feel free to think the OC it's you or the one who you shipped with Yamachan. I only research Yamachan's trivia about his interest and romance life and of course it's just a fanfic so don't really think too much. I love the way he likes to spoil Chinen, so the OC in this story will be spoiled by him too. She's a bit clumsy but a cute girl. Let's assume that she's now spending a good days with our Yamachan.
Title : Cooking for Breakfast
Author : me? cizaaw
Genre : romance
Pairing : Ryosuke x OC
Rating : PG
I don't own anything except the story. So sorry for the typos & wrong grammars. English is not my mother language^^
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it!
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"Tadaima." You just got home from work and opened the apartment's door. While sensing a good smell from the kichen, you look for Ryosuke who didn't response from your 'tadaima'. That's right, he's currently busy stirring the spatula in the pan. Wearing the white red polcadots apron you bought last week. You peeked what's inside the pan and it looks like some kind of noodle.
Hearing your footsteps getting closer, he turned back and fastly answered. "Oh, honey. Okaeri!" he said with some thin smile and immediately go back with his spatula.
"I'm home." You answered, accidentally said the same thing twice.
You went closer and stand behind him. Slowly lean on his back and begin to hug him from behind, tightly. Today is your long day and you got a tired face since got back home. Of course Ryosuke realize that too. Seems like you begin to disturb him while cooking, instead of letting you go Ryosuke holds your hand and begin to ask. "Did something happen at work?" he knows well about you and let you hug him as our body go warm together. But you shakes your head and answered, "not as tiring as your work so I'm okay."
Hearing what you said, Ryosuke turned off the fire on the pan and turned back. He looks at you. Poking you on the cheeks eventhough it's not as squishy as his. "Don't say that. We are no longer strangers anymore, so you need to tell me anything!"
You obediently nodded, "I'll tell you later at bedtime."
"Promise?"
You nodded again, now with a little smile.
He begin to caress your hair and it become a little messy. "Good girl" the soft words come from his mouth with a happy smile. "Now go get me some plates, please."
"Plates?" you raise your eyebrows, questioning.
"We're having dinner."
"What is tonight's menu?" you look so exited. Ryosuke poke your nose and answered, "it's pas-ta!"
When it comes to making dishes, Ryosuke always volunteered himself. You both know that you don't really cook, but so he's fine with it. Of course he would accompany you when you're working in the kitchen because you've cut yourself for so many times. So you ended up with just helping him to cook. The food Ryosuke made is always delicious and luckily you have a such a cute expression while eating. Staring at his girl's best expression could took him for five to ten minutes. Leaning to his two hands at the table, while looking at you, eating his cooking.
"Delicious!" you said with loud words. You keep eating until you notice that you got some sauces in your face.
Ryosuke showed his big smile without any sound. He hide his embarrassed face with his small palm, but eventually cannot hide his burning red ears. You feel happy as he is. It's not every night the two of you could have a dinner at home together. In the couple minutes later, the dishes are all empty.
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"When will you go to work tomorrow?" you asked while washing the dishes. Ryosuke is currently focus at his phone, sitting in the couch at the living room, but he certainly can hear you from the kitchen because it's semi-connected room.
"I'll go at 06.30" he answered. "Why?"
You stopped washing for a moment and gathered all the courage before answering. "I want to cook breakfast."
Ryosuke dropped his phone on the couch, looking at you. He's a bit surprised, "Why?"
"Do I need a reason to cook a breakfast for my boyfriend?" you answered simply, "well.. I do have reasons now, that I think about it. But is it a normal thing?"
He stand up and walking to your direction. What is he doing? Why is he walking over here? Maybe he still didn't believe me because I just got cut 2 days ago? Come on, it's just because I was cutting mango. You're thoughts are in a mess as he walks. You look away from him, trying not to get panic. But suddenly he's right before you, showing his worried face. He grab your left hand, where the cut from 2 days ago still left as a small scar in the pinky finger.
"Are you okay with this wound?" he said. He looked really worried about a little scar in a girl's finger.
"Seriously, it's no big deal." You hold his hands. "Put some confidence on me, okay?"
But he just going silent, no words coming.
"Okay?" You tried to convince him once more.
"Onigiri! If it's onigiri, then that's okay."
"Eh...??"
"Don't 'eh' me, you want to add another wound?"
"No." You answered right away.
"See? Then believe me."
Crap. He got me. "Then you can watch over me tomorrow. That's okay right?"
"Ah.." He think about it for a second, "nope, not happening. I will be busy preparing for work from early morning."
To be continued :)
How's it?
Urg, I'm still bad at writing this things. But let's enjoy together as I enjoy writing it :)
I decided to make another chapter because the content is not that short. So look forward for it :))
picture credits to the owner
Oh my gosh, finally posting my first fanfic!
This short fanfic is a sweet story between Yamachan and OC. Feel free to think the OC it's you or the one who you shipped with Yamachan. I only research Yamachan's trivia about his interest and romance life and of course it's just a fanfic so don't really think too much. I love the way he likes to spoil Chinen, so the OC in this story will be spoiled by him too. She's a bit clumsy but a cute girl. Let's assume that she's now spending a good days with our Yamachan.
Title : Cooking for Breakfast
Author : me? cizaaw
Genre : romance
Pairing : Ryosuke x OC
Rating : PG
I don't own anything except the story. So sorry for the typos & wrong grammars. English is not my mother language^^
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it!
---
[read here]
"Tadaima." You just got home from work and opened the apartment's door. While sensing a good smell from the kichen, you look for Ryosuke who didn't response from your 'tadaima'. That's right, he's currently busy stirring the spatula in the pan. Wearing the white red polcadots apron you bought last week. You peeked what's inside the pan and it looks like some kind of noodle.
Hearing your footsteps getting closer, he turned back and fastly answered. "Oh, honey. Okaeri!" he said with some thin smile and immediately go back with his spatula.
"I'm home." You answered, accidentally said the same thing twice.
You went closer and stand behind him. Slowly lean on his back and begin to hug him from behind, tightly. Today is your long day and you got a tired face since got back home. Of course Ryosuke realize that too. Seems like you begin to disturb him while cooking, instead of letting you go Ryosuke holds your hand and begin to ask. "Did something happen at work?" he knows well about you and let you hug him as our body go warm together. But you shakes your head and answered, "not as tiring as your work so I'm okay."
Hearing what you said, Ryosuke turned off the fire on the pan and turned back. He looks at you. Poking you on the cheeks eventhough it's not as squishy as his. "Don't say that. We are no longer strangers anymore, so you need to tell me anything!"
You obediently nodded, "I'll tell you later at bedtime."
"Promise?"
You nodded again, now with a little smile.
He begin to caress your hair and it become a little messy. "Good girl" the soft words come from his mouth with a happy smile. "Now go get me some plates, please."
"Plates?" you raise your eyebrows, questioning.
"We're having dinner."
"What is tonight's menu?" you look so exited. Ryosuke poke your nose and answered, "it's pas-ta!"
When it comes to making dishes, Ryosuke always volunteered himself. You both know that you don't really cook, but so he's fine with it. Of course he would accompany you when you're working in the kitchen because you've cut yourself for so many times. So you ended up with just helping him to cook. The food Ryosuke made is always delicious and luckily you have a such a cute expression while eating. Staring at his girl's best expression could took him for five to ten minutes. Leaning to his two hands at the table, while looking at you, eating his cooking.
"Delicious!" you said with loud words. You keep eating until you notice that you got some sauces in your face.
Ryosuke showed his big smile without any sound. He hide his embarrassed face with his small palm, but eventually cannot hide his burning red ears. You feel happy as he is. It's not every night the two of you could have a dinner at home together. In the couple minutes later, the dishes are all empty.
-
"When will you go to work tomorrow?" you asked while washing the dishes. Ryosuke is currently focus at his phone, sitting in the couch at the living room, but he certainly can hear you from the kitchen because it's semi-connected room.
"I'll go at 06.30" he answered. "Why?"
You stopped washing for a moment and gathered all the courage before answering. "I want to cook breakfast."
Ryosuke dropped his phone on the couch, looking at you. He's a bit surprised, "Why?"
"Do I need a reason to cook a breakfast for my boyfriend?" you answered simply, "well.. I do have reasons now, that I think about it. But is it a normal thing?"
He stand up and walking to your direction. What is he doing? Why is he walking over here? Maybe he still didn't believe me because I just got cut 2 days ago? Come on, it's just because I was cutting mango. You're thoughts are in a mess as he walks. You look away from him, trying not to get panic. But suddenly he's right before you, showing his worried face. He grab your left hand, where the cut from 2 days ago still left as a small scar in the pinky finger.
"Are you okay with this wound?" he said. He looked really worried about a little scar in a girl's finger.
"Seriously, it's no big deal." You hold his hands. "Put some confidence on me, okay?"
But he just going silent, no words coming.
"Okay?" You tried to convince him once more.
"Onigiri! If it's onigiri, then that's okay."
"Eh...??"
"Don't 'eh' me, you want to add another wound?"
"No." You answered right away.
"See? Then believe me."
Crap. He got me. "Then you can watch over me tomorrow. That's okay right?"
"Ah.." He think about it for a second, "nope, not happening. I will be busy preparing for work from early morning."
To be continued :)
How's it?
Urg, I'm still bad at writing this things. But let's enjoy together as I enjoy writing it :)
I decided to make another chapter because the content is not that short. So look forward for it :))
picture credits to the owner