from bad to good
Title: From Bad to Good (goshhh i hate this title...but i just cant think of anything....)
Pairing: RyoMassu
Rating: pg-14 (for one swear word)
Summary: Ryo needs help getting into his chef character for his new movie so Massu helps him. (it's worse than it sounds...i promise you)
Love to: Misa and Sarah because without them, i wouldn't even THINK of writing...period...
Prompt: Ryo practicing pastries Massu eats first crap then good.
When Massu agreed to help Ryo prepare for his upcoming movie, he didn't know he'd be agreeing to long nights hovering over the toilet, vomiting a majority of the food Ryo prepared.
This all started when he saw all of the discarded food in Ryo's trash can. “Ryo, why are you wasting so much food recently?”
To that, Ryo replied, "I am not wasting food, I am practicing for my role in the movie. How am I supposed to act like a chef unless I cook like a chef and I can't cook like a chef unless I practice and the only way I can practice is by cooking using food.”
“Hey, I can help you know, I will eat what ever you make.” Massu said with a smile.
“Really? Even if it's crap?”
Thinking it could never be that bad, Massu nodded his head with a bright smile.
“Great, can you try this?”
“Oh, I didn't know that you still had some around...” Massu looked at the ominous object in Ryo's hands. It was slightly burnt, deflated, cracked and to be honest, in all of Massu's years of eating pastries, he has never seen anything...quite like it. “What is this exactly?”
“This is a souffle, try it.” Ryo was really excited for someone to finally try his food and practically stuffed the whole confectionery with the ramekin into Massu's face.
With the first taste, Massu could tell that it tasted nothing like a souffle. It was more of a hard burnt piece of...charcoal. But seeing Ryo's hopeful eyes, Massu couldn't bear to hurt him so he lied, a big fat lie that resulted in a happy Ryo and a not so happy Massu!stomach.
“This...tastes better than I expected Ryo, good job. I can't wait for another piece tomorrow.”
“Really? I thought it was supposed to be a bit fluffier and it's a little burnt but thanks Massu, you're the best friend a person can have!”
An hour later, Massu started to have a stomach ache and he could guess just what it was from. And after a trip to the washroom, he reminded himself to bring stomach medicine to the Jimusho tomorrow.
But as time progressed, Ryo's baking has gotten a lot better, some even better than the cakes that Massu had bought from cafes near the Jimusho. “Ryo, this one is sooooo good! What is it? Its crispy on the outside, and chewy on the inside...and what's this filling? Is it red bean?”
“That's a macaron, its a French pastry, wildly popular over there. This one is a matcha and red bean macaron and this one over here is a strawberry with a cream cheese filling, and this one, is coffee with chicory cream.”
“They're so good!” said Massu as he made a grab at a second matcha and red bean macaron.
“Really?” Ryo's face suddenly brightened.
“Totally! Its the best yet!”
“Well, these aren't a total success yet because the little 'feet' at the bottom of the macaron shouldn't be sticking out so much, but it's still progress. Right?”
“Hey, you've gotten a lot better already, in the beginning, I was throwing up every night, but now, I'm looking forward to this everyday!”
“You were throwing up everyday?!”
“Oh shoot, you weren't supposed to know that...”
“Massu! You should have told me! If the food was so bad that you threw up, then I would have stopped giving it to you! No wonder you lost a few pounds!”
“It's alright Ryo, I wanted to help, plus, it's good that I lost a few pounds because now I can eat all this without feeling guilty!” Massu beamed at Ryo.
“But, why did you go through all this? Just for me?”
“No reason, I just wanted to eat the things Ryo made” then Massu in a small voice said, “And I thought you were smart” But it just couldn't escape the Osakan's trained ears.
“You...you like me?”
“...maybe...?”
“Fuck just say yes”
“Just kiss me.” Ryo didn't need to be told twice and lightly pressed his lips to Massu's enjoying the soft feeling of his lips.
Pairing: RyoMassu
Rating: pg-14 (for one swear word)
Summary: Ryo needs help getting into his chef character for his new movie so Massu helps him. (it's worse than it sounds...i promise you)
Love to: Misa and Sarah because without them, i wouldn't even THINK of writing...period...
Prompt: Ryo practicing pastries Massu eats first crap then good.
When Massu agreed to help Ryo prepare for his upcoming movie, he didn't know he'd be agreeing to long nights hovering over the toilet, vomiting a majority of the food Ryo prepared.
This all started when he saw all of the discarded food in Ryo's trash can. “Ryo, why are you wasting so much food recently?”
To that, Ryo replied, "I am not wasting food, I am practicing for my role in the movie. How am I supposed to act like a chef unless I cook like a chef and I can't cook like a chef unless I practice and the only way I can practice is by cooking using food.”
“Hey, I can help you know, I will eat what ever you make.” Massu said with a smile.
“Really? Even if it's crap?”
Thinking it could never be that bad, Massu nodded his head with a bright smile.
“Great, can you try this?”
“Oh, I didn't know that you still had some around...” Massu looked at the ominous object in Ryo's hands. It was slightly burnt, deflated, cracked and to be honest, in all of Massu's years of eating pastries, he has never seen anything...quite like it. “What is this exactly?”
“This is a souffle, try it.” Ryo was really excited for someone to finally try his food and practically stuffed the whole confectionery with the ramekin into Massu's face.
With the first taste, Massu could tell that it tasted nothing like a souffle. It was more of a hard burnt piece of...charcoal. But seeing Ryo's hopeful eyes, Massu couldn't bear to hurt him so he lied, a big fat lie that resulted in a happy Ryo and a not so happy Massu!stomach.
“This...tastes better than I expected Ryo, good job. I can't wait for another piece tomorrow.”
“Really? I thought it was supposed to be a bit fluffier and it's a little burnt but thanks Massu, you're the best friend a person can have!”
An hour later, Massu started to have a stomach ache and he could guess just what it was from. And after a trip to the washroom, he reminded himself to bring stomach medicine to the Jimusho tomorrow.
But as time progressed, Ryo's baking has gotten a lot better, some even better than the cakes that Massu had bought from cafes near the Jimusho. “Ryo, this one is sooooo good! What is it? Its crispy on the outside, and chewy on the inside...and what's this filling? Is it red bean?”
“That's a macaron, its a French pastry, wildly popular over there. This one is a matcha and red bean macaron and this one over here is a strawberry with a cream cheese filling, and this one, is coffee with chicory cream.”
“They're so good!” said Massu as he made a grab at a second matcha and red bean macaron.
“Really?” Ryo's face suddenly brightened.
“Totally! Its the best yet!”
“Well, these aren't a total success yet because the little 'feet' at the bottom of the macaron shouldn't be sticking out so much, but it's still progress. Right?”
“Hey, you've gotten a lot better already, in the beginning, I was throwing up every night, but now, I'm looking forward to this everyday!”
“You were throwing up everyday?!”
“Oh shoot, you weren't supposed to know that...”
“Massu! You should have told me! If the food was so bad that you threw up, then I would have stopped giving it to you! No wonder you lost a few pounds!”
“It's alright Ryo, I wanted to help, plus, it's good that I lost a few pounds because now I can eat all this without feeling guilty!” Massu beamed at Ryo.
“But, why did you go through all this? Just for me?”
“No reason, I just wanted to eat the things Ryo made” then Massu in a small voice said, “And I thought you were smart” But it just couldn't escape the Osakan's trained ears.
“You...you like me?”
“...maybe...?”
“Fuck just say yes”
“Just kiss me.” Ryo didn't need to be told twice and lightly pressed his lips to Massu's enjoying the soft feeling of his lips.