[AH, another long day at work, making drinks for fussy customers... Kashuu, despite his tendency to take more breaks than he should, is actually a decently hard worker - which means he's decently tuckered out by the end of a long shift. He's a people person, so his energy is hardly burned through on things like the Barista Smiles™ or idle conversations about how some rando's day went, but he still thoroughly enjoys just sinking into their tiny couch when it's all over anyway.
That's exactly what he plans on doing today when he tromps his way in through the front door, pausing just long enough to take his shoes off and leave them in a heap absentmindedly. After a reflexively mumbled "I'm hooome", he just shouts:]
Yasuuu, what're we having for dinner? I think I'm dying for real this time.
[Ah, the comfortable life of rooming with someone you've known for 10000 years...
[ Sadly for Kashuu, the aproned waifu that rises from behind the kitchen counter is not Yamato, but... (record scratch) that sweaty old guy from Zumba class. ]
He cooks dinner for you too? Tch...
[ He's judging Kashuu in his own living space... He raises two kitchen knives and hones them against each other with a flashy series of swipes, their pure metallic shing penetrating the small apartment space. ]
For the record, I'm making chicken cacciatore with rice. I might even share some with you.
[Oh god, he'd been worried about Yato breaking into his crush's apartment but really he should have been worried about himself.
Naturally, his knee-jerk reaction to the appearance of this Mystery Waifu is to leap back, nearly crash into the front door, and shriek like a startled harpy.]
[It'll take longer than a few seconds for the sheer ridiculousness of this situation to really settle in. For now, though, he immediately registers two things.
1) He is being JUDGED IN HIS OWN HOME Yato, don't be rude and 2) What is Yato even doing here.
The latter seems like the more pressing mystery to solve, honestly.]
How-- What are you talking-- No, why are you even here?!
[WHAT EVEN IS CHICKEN CACCIATORE. -Kiyomitsu Kashuu, 2017]
[ If his hands weren't full of knives, he'd be immortalizing Kashuu's girly scare with a phone pic. As is, he sets one knife down so that he can wield a bell pepper at Kashuu. ]
I'm making dinner. Got a problem?
[ His tone of voice implies that no, Kashuu sure as hell does not have a problem with it. ]
[ Maybe. It's a mystery. Yato's assmumptions are as casual as they are far-reaching. He is the master of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.
There are a number of ingredients laid neatly around the kitchen counter: vegetables, fresh herbs, chicken, and lots of tomato product. A covered pot on the stove is gently simmering, soon to be chicken stock. When Yato does something, he does it right -- even if it's stupidly time-consuming and more expensive than it strictly needs to be.
He pushes a few onions at Kashuu. ]
Peel these. If you're gonna bug me, at least be helpful.
[Good thing Yamato is so Yamato about everything, so Kashuu just assumes this is true... Yamato's invited weird people off the streets before, okay. Actually, that's how the two of them met?!
Anyway, it... it looks surprisingly organized in here, like an Actual Chef is at work. He's surprised, even if it doesn't outwardly show - until the onions are pushed at him, anyway. Why is Yato like this, taking over his kitchen and huffing at him for bothering him while he works and now wanting him to actually help, ugh!!]
[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
[ Yato could've done Kashuu (and himself) a favor by crushing the garlic and cracking the skin, but no
no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
[In the time that Yato's done all that prepwork and finished with the veggies and set up the pot and everything, Kashuu is still just sitting here picking away at the garlic... He's got the cloves separated now, at least!
And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
[It's starting to smell good in here too, oh no... He doesn't want to find a sweaty dude's cooking appealing?!
Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
[ That is kind of neat... Kashuu may be a buttface, but over the course of three years of odd jobs, Yato's accumulated a general respect for skilled tradesmen. ]
I wanna see.
[ He's been nothing but difficult toward Kashuu, but c'mon let him see?? ]
[ SIGH!! Yato rudely shovels up all the garlic cloves and crushes them hard under the flat of his knife. He starts helping to peel the garlic, the now loose skins coming off easily. ]
Since it's all gonna get chopped up anyway, the garlic doesn't have to be perfect. When it comes to home cooking, imperfection is part of a dish's charm.
[This is the part where Kashuu doesn't admit that he didn't do it Yato's way because he didn't know how. Instead (albeit a little bumbled because he's FLUSTERED DANGIT):]
Don't ask someone else to do work for you if you don't expect 'em to do their best! Geez.
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That's exactly what he plans on doing today when he tromps his way in through the front door, pausing just long enough to take his shoes off and leave them in a heap absentmindedly. After a reflexively mumbled "I'm hooome", he just shouts:]
Yasuuu, what're we having for dinner? I think I'm dying for real this time.
[Ah, the comfortable life of rooming with someone you've known for 10000 years...
Too bad someone let a stray in today?!]
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He cooks dinner for you too? Tch...
[ He's judging Kashuu in his own living space... He raises two kitchen knives and hones them against each other with a flashy series of swipes, their pure metallic shing penetrating the small apartment space. ]
For the record, I'm making chicken cacciatore with rice. I might even share some with you.
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Naturally, his knee-jerk reaction to the appearance of this Mystery Waifu is to leap back, nearly crash into the front door, and shriek like a startled harpy.]
GYAH—!!
[Elegant.]
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1) He is being JUDGED IN HIS OWN HOME Yato, don't be rude and
2) What is Yato even doing here.
The latter seems like the more pressing mystery to solve, honestly.]
How-- What are you talking-- No, why are you even here?!
[WHAT EVEN IS CHICKEN CACCIATORE.
-Kiyomitsu Kashuu, 2017]
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I'm making dinner. Got a problem?
[ His tone of voice implies that no, Kashuu sure as hell does not have a problem with it. ]
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Anyway, he begs to differ!! Kashuu does indeed have a problem with this! Not with the food itself, honestly, but everything else and primarily--]
Why are you making dinner in my kitchen?!
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[ Still not answering any questions... like a punk. If anything, Yato looks annoyed that he is being questioned?? Just go away Kashuu. ]
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[YATO!! He's not going away, either. In fact, now that he's gotten over his initial surprise, he's stalking his way into the kitchen...!]
What, did he invite you over or something?
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[ Maybe. It's a mystery. Yato's assmumptions are as casual as they are far-reaching. He is the master of asking for forgiveness rather than permission.
There are a number of ingredients laid neatly around the kitchen counter: vegetables, fresh herbs, chicken, and lots of tomato product. A covered pot on the stove is gently simmering, soon to be chicken stock. When Yato does something, he does it right -- even if it's stupidly time-consuming and more expensive than it strictly needs to be.
He pushes a few onions at Kashuu. ]
Peel these. If you're gonna bug me, at least be helpful.
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Anyway, it... it looks surprisingly organized in here, like an Actual Chef is at work. He's surprised, even if it doesn't outwardly show - until the onions are pushed at him, anyway. Why is Yato like this, taking over his kitchen and huffing at him for bothering him while he works and now wanting him to actually help, ugh!!]
...If I'm gonna help, gimme something else to do.
[HE HATES ONIONS.]
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These, then!
[ He thrusts a bulb of garlic at Kashuu. Are you happy?? With this infinitely more annoying item to prep?? ]
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[BUT ALSO OKAY HERE'S THE THING. There's a reason Yamato cooks dinners around here. While Kashuu himself isn't bad at cooking, his skill level is a solid Mediocre. He can make like, crockpot food! Chicken salad! Things that require straight-forward slicin-and-dicin! But once you start pulling out seasonings or spices or little finagle-y things like garlic? He's got no idea what to do. HE BARELY EVEN RECOGNIZES THIS.
But like hell is he going to admit any of this so he just TAKES... the bulb... and moves to the furthest side of the counter away from Yato...
And starts gently peeling away the outermost, flimsy layer of skin......]
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no
Instead, there is a moment of silence except for the crackling of garlic skin as Yato watches Kashuu daintily peeling it away...
Well!! Whatever!! At least Kashuu's not asking annoying(ly reasonable) questions anymore, so Yato goes back to his prep. He cleans and slices up the vegetables before putting the biggest pot Kashuu and Yamato have on the stove. ]
Are you done with that garlic yet?
[ This may be the most civil thing he's ever said to Kashuu... ]
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And he's
gently peeling them
one by one.]
—Don't rush me!
[This is what Yato gets for being civil, GOOD WORK TEAM.]
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[ But he'll turn back to his own stuff and continue to be unhelpful because he wants Kashuu to suffer a little more... He fires up the stove, pours a thin layer of oil into the pot, flours the chicken, and tosses it in. There's a pleasant sizzle as the chicken gently browns in the oil... ]
You don't cook much, do you.
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Good thing he's distracted by the immediate need to Take Offense so he doesn't have to linger on the delightful chickeny smell or how hungry he is.]
I cook enough! I'm just— busy at night a lot, so I don't cook as much as Yasusada.
[And prone to just grabbing prepackaged foods for the sake of convenience and saving time... Without Yamato here, Kashuu would definitely be living that college ramen life.]
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Where'd you even meet him? Are you in the same major or something?
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No way! That guy's is philosophy, mine is design and fashion. [RECALL HIS FASHIONABLY BAGGY GYM CLOTHES.] I met him the first time I moved here, back when we were kids.
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[ Childhood friendship also explains a lot. MOVING ON SWIFTLY. ]
You make your own clothes, then?
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It explains how cute I am all the time.
[HE KNOWS WHAT YATO WAS GETTING AT but he'll helpfully insert his own interpretation, anyway...]
I make some of my own clothes, yeah. It wouldn't be any good if I didn't have work that was nice enough to show off.
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I wanna see.
[ He's been nothing but difficult toward Kashuu, but c'mon let him see?? ]
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Fine, but let me finish this first.
[THE GARLIC... THAT HE STILL HASN'T FULLY PEELED.]
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Since it's all gonna get chopped up anyway, the garlic doesn't have to be perfect. When it comes to home cooking, imperfection is part of a dish's charm.
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Don't ask someone else to do work for you if you don't expect 'em to do their best! Geez.
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[ Teehee! That flustered look is exactly what Yato wanted tbh, so he's satisfied. ]
But now I wanna see the clothes you made, so I'm setting you free.
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