Happy Birthday Izuru~!!
As live_with_love is staying with me for the weekend, we decided to do something special for Izuru's birthday. So for start here is fic:
Title: Kitchen Castrophe
Author: live_with_love
Rating: G
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru
Warning: Boys kissing~
Summary: Izuru surveyed the mess with a resigned sigh.
Izuru surveyed the mess with a resigned sigh. There was flour over every available surface; in some places lying undisturbed at least an inch thick and in others marked with finger prints that Izuru knew well - too well, sometimes, when those fingers were running over his skin, turning it to fire and immediately making him forget whatever it was that he was mad about - running to marks where bowls and utensils had been.
He took steps further into his kitchen and stopped when they crunched. Counting slowly to ten under his breath, Izuru looked down and sighed again when he saw the sugar all over the floor. Taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly, he uncurled his fingers from the fists they had formed into and moved closer to inspect the damage.
Finding that his table was actually not covered in flour brought a sigh of relief. Until he looked closer and saw the bright colours marring the wood. Obviously someone had spilt a bottle of food colouring and tried to mop it up. Izuru had to give him points for trying, he supposed, but it would take forever to get that out.
At least he’d put the dirty things in the sink. Although, was that… Izuru bit back a curse as he saw the broken glass carefully swept up into the dustpan. He really was going to have to teach him to be more careful. His poor kitchen couldn’t survive another encounter like this!
A sudden thought coming to his mind made Izuru hurry over to the automatic mixer which, he saw to his relief, had not been used. The blobs of cream smeared up the wall testified to an attempt to whip it by hand instead.
Running his hand through his fringe with another frustrated, if also very amused, sigh, Izuru stepped through to the next room, ready to demand an explanation.
Only to have the words disappear from his mind at the sight before him. Izuru took in the candles, new table cloth, and flowers in barely a moment. He was smiling as he looked up to see Shuuhei straightening from lighting the last candle and turning to meet him, surprise on his face.
“You’re early.” The words were sheepish, Shuuhei looking uncomfortably back at the kitchen. Izuru bit his lip to keep from chuckling; Shuuhei hadn’t had time to clean up himself any more than he had the kitchen. He was still wearing the pink apron Matsumoto-san had gotten him for his last birthday, his dark hair was lightened by patches of flour, his tattoo was half obscured by dried cake mixture, and his hands were stained with the same colours which stained the table.
“I know.“ Izuru murmured. When he saw that Izuru was amused, Shuuhei relaxed a little, but he still looked apprehensive as the blonde made his way over to him. Izuru chuckled softly, leaning up to kiss Shuuhei’s cheek. “So how about you show me why you destroyed my kitchen?”
Shuuhei glanced at him to check that Izuru was still smiling and nodded, grinning softly himself, gesturing to the table. “I made you a cake.” he said softly.
Izuru let out a soft gasp of surprise as he glanced over, smiling happily. “Oh it’s beautiful, Shuuhei.” he breathed. Shuuhei’s grin widened at the praise, though he glanced nervously at the kitchen again.
“I was gonna clean up, I promise.” he said softly, fidgeting a little.
“I know, Shuu.” Izuru murmured, leaning up the kiss him again. “Let’s get it done quick, ne?”
“But it’s your birthday.” Shuuhei protested. “You shouldn’t have to clean."
“But it’ll be done quicker if we both help.” Izuru reasoned. “And I can hardly enjoy my birthday without you, now can I?”
Shuuhei chuckles softly. “I suppose not~”
“So come on then~” Izuru hummed. Shuuhei nodded and started towards the kitchen, still smiling.
“Aa~”
“Oh, and Shuu?” Shuuhei stopped, turning back to Izuru with a questioning look.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” Izuru’s grin matched Shuuhei’s as he caught up to the brunette, linking hands with him. “It was a nice thought.”
“You’re welcome, Zu. Happy birthday.”
And here is cake:
It goes sponge, cream, strawberries, cream, sponge.
Yes we will enjoy eating it and no we didn't make as much mess as Shuu (or break anything either!!)
Title: Kitchen Castrophe
Author: live_with_love
Rating: G
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru
Warning: Boys kissing~
Summary: Izuru surveyed the mess with a resigned sigh.
Izuru surveyed the mess with a resigned sigh. There was flour over every available surface; in some places lying undisturbed at least an inch thick and in others marked with finger prints that Izuru knew well - too well, sometimes, when those fingers were running over his skin, turning it to fire and immediately making him forget whatever it was that he was mad about - running to marks where bowls and utensils had been.
He took steps further into his kitchen and stopped when they crunched. Counting slowly to ten under his breath, Izuru looked down and sighed again when he saw the sugar all over the floor. Taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly, he uncurled his fingers from the fists they had formed into and moved closer to inspect the damage.
Finding that his table was actually not covered in flour brought a sigh of relief. Until he looked closer and saw the bright colours marring the wood. Obviously someone had spilt a bottle of food colouring and tried to mop it up. Izuru had to give him points for trying, he supposed, but it would take forever to get that out.
At least he’d put the dirty things in the sink. Although, was that… Izuru bit back a curse as he saw the broken glass carefully swept up into the dustpan. He really was going to have to teach him to be more careful. His poor kitchen couldn’t survive another encounter like this!
A sudden thought coming to his mind made Izuru hurry over to the automatic mixer which, he saw to his relief, had not been used. The blobs of cream smeared up the wall testified to an attempt to whip it by hand instead.
Running his hand through his fringe with another frustrated, if also very amused, sigh, Izuru stepped through to the next room, ready to demand an explanation.
Only to have the words disappear from his mind at the sight before him. Izuru took in the candles, new table cloth, and flowers in barely a moment. He was smiling as he looked up to see Shuuhei straightening from lighting the last candle and turning to meet him, surprise on his face.
“You’re early.” The words were sheepish, Shuuhei looking uncomfortably back at the kitchen. Izuru bit his lip to keep from chuckling; Shuuhei hadn’t had time to clean up himself any more than he had the kitchen. He was still wearing the pink apron Matsumoto-san had gotten him for his last birthday, his dark hair was lightened by patches of flour, his tattoo was half obscured by dried cake mixture, and his hands were stained with the same colours which stained the table.
“I know.“ Izuru murmured. When he saw that Izuru was amused, Shuuhei relaxed a little, but he still looked apprehensive as the blonde made his way over to him. Izuru chuckled softly, leaning up to kiss Shuuhei’s cheek. “So how about you show me why you destroyed my kitchen?”
Shuuhei glanced at him to check that Izuru was still smiling and nodded, grinning softly himself, gesturing to the table. “I made you a cake.” he said softly.
Izuru let out a soft gasp of surprise as he glanced over, smiling happily. “Oh it’s beautiful, Shuuhei.” he breathed. Shuuhei’s grin widened at the praise, though he glanced nervously at the kitchen again.
“I was gonna clean up, I promise.” he said softly, fidgeting a little.
“I know, Shuu.” Izuru murmured, leaning up the kiss him again. “Let’s get it done quick, ne?”
“But it’s your birthday.” Shuuhei protested. “You shouldn’t have to clean."
“But it’ll be done quicker if we both help.” Izuru reasoned. “And I can hardly enjoy my birthday without you, now can I?”
Shuuhei chuckles softly. “I suppose not~”
“So come on then~” Izuru hummed. Shuuhei nodded and started towards the kitchen, still smiling.
“Aa~”
“Oh, and Shuu?” Shuuhei stopped, turning back to Izuru with a questioning look.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” Izuru’s grin matched Shuuhei’s as he caught up to the brunette, linking hands with him. “It was a nice thought.”
“You’re welcome, Zu. Happy birthday.”
And here is cake:
It goes sponge, cream, strawberries, cream, sponge.
Yes we will enjoy eating it and no we didn't make as much mess as Shuu (or break anything either!!)