That Girl is Poison [Active/Closed?]

[princeofjunes]

Characters: Naoto Shirogane, Yosuke Hanamura
Setting: The Kitchen
Time: Day... something. Some point when they wont be eaten alive. Will update this later.
Summary: Naoto tries to cook. Yosuke prays.
Warnings: Naoto's cooking

Comments

NAOTO DOES NOT APPROVEOF THE SUMMARY OR THE SUBSEQUENT WARNING. >|

[princeoffortune]

It certainly was that time again. Naoto had spent more than enough time exploring the new additions to the house. More than enough time for her to lose track of time all together. It wasn't until her stomach started grumbling that she realized how long it had been.

It shouldn't have surprised her to find to Yosuke in the kitchen, she seemed to be running into him more frequently these days in less than ideal conditions. Perhaps now she could -

grumblegrumblegrumble

Eat first. Her stomach was demanding it.

"Is there a problem, Yosuke-san?"

[princeofjunes]

Startled by the sudden voice, Yosuke jumped a bit before turning around. "Oh! Naoto! It's just you," he sighed, the relief evident in his voice. It was nice to see his teammate, but it was even nicer to see her in what was almost a normal setting. No breakdowns, no creepy visions, no heartfelt conversations. It almost seemed off, but things were good so Yosuke stopped questioning it immediately.

"It's not really a problem I guess," he began, "I'm just really sick of eating this processed crap." He grabbed a food package by the wrapper disdainfully, holding it out towards Naoto like a dirty rag. "I was just thinking how I'd give my left arm for a home cooked meal. Hell, even fast food or the Junes food court! But, oh crap, what's that saying... beggars can't be choosers, right?"

[princeoffortune]

It really was quite nice to see Yosuke somewhere when it wasn't dark, when she didn't feel like she was losing her mind, or where she was unwillingly bearing her soul to him. It was refreshing. It was...something next to normal and for now that would be ok

[princeofjunes]

Yosuke almost leaped at the prospect of a freshly made meal. And by a girl, no less! A girl, cooking just for him! Hell, maybe this place had its upsides! It wasn't like that was an offer he often received, let alone from someone like Naoto! How could it possibly go wrong?

Suddenly, memories of Mystery Food X and the omelets of doom flashed in the mind of the brunette. Girls had cooked for him before. Each and every time he'd wanted to die from the experience. Each omelet had a unique (but glaring) error, and Mystery Food X still defied description. It... it would be like eating a hellhound that had already been puked up by another hellhound and gagged on by a third. Even thinking of that made him want to gag, an urge he thankfully suppressed. Maybe accepting wouldn't be the greatest of ideas.

But... Naoto was blushing. How many times in his life would he see that

[princeoffortune]

The look on Naoto's face after that comment was what one would typical expect - flat and completely unamused. "Don't be foolish, Yosuke-san. I did not offer simply because you had grown weary of slurping ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nor because I am 'a pretty girl' who wants nothing more than to cook for you. Do not mistake this for what is is not."

Those words felt like a sigh of relief. She was easily falling back into the once standard routine and it felt good. Yosuke sounded more like himself and she...she felt a little more like herself in this setting. Despite the fact that she was about to be doing something that was very...uncharacteristic of her, of course. That still made her uncomfortable, but really...that was how it should have been to begin with.

Now the question remained of what to make. "Is there anything specific you would like? My knowledge on this subject is rather limited, so please refrain from requesting anything...overly complicated."