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Scrambled Eggs, Bepsi, and Kitchen Adventures

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Arakita wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up sitting at the table cutting vegetables; it wasn't even like he liked the damn things. It was Kinjou who had insisted he make something other than his usual eggs for dinner, but rather than helping, Kinjou was just standing over his shoulder. Sure, he professed to be offering advice, but if anything, he was making things more confusing, not less.

Arakita liked to think knew how to use a knife, thank you very much, but apparently he was doing it wrong, at least according to Kinjou.

"Fingernails forward," Kinjou corrected for easily the dozenth time that night, readjusting Arakita's hand on the cucumber. "Like a claw so your fingers stay out of the way of the blade."

Arakita tried to pay attention to Kinjou's corrections, but it was difficult when Kinjou's leg kept pressing into his back. Despite Kinjou's arguments to the contrary, he was fairly certain having Kinjou "helping" was just distracting him and making him more likely to cut himself.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Kinjou rested a hand on his shoulder, and his knife slipped, running across the back of his knuckle.

He swore and stuck his finger in his mouth.

"What did I tell you?" Kinjou asked, and Arakita barely resisted the urge to point out that it never would have happened if Kinjou hadn't been there, so really, it was entirely Kinjou's fault.

Kinjou immediately grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the sink, sticking his finger under the faucet. Arakita could tell the cut wasn't bad. He was fairly certain had had worse paper cuts before, but that didn't stop Kinjou from turning his finger this way and that as he inspected it.

"Stay here," Kinjou ordered, then returned less than a minute later with the first aid kit from the bathroom.

"I'm fine, Kinjou," Arakita grumbled.

"And you're going to stay that way," Kinjou replied as he spread antibacterial ointment on the cut and covered it with a band-aid.

"I still don't see why we even have to have so many vegetables in the first place."

"Because scrambled eggs and Bepsi are not a complete diet," Kinjou replied flatly.

"God, you're worse than Toudou sometimes," Arakita complained.

"Really?" Kinjou asked as he pressed a kiss to Arakita's finger.

"Okay, maybe not worse," Arakita choked, "but mother hens, the both of you."

"Well, someone has to take care of you."

"You could cut the damn vegetables yourself, since I'm injured and everything."

Kinjou raised an eyebrow at him, but he did take Arakita's place at the table and pick up the knife himself.

Arakita took advantage of the moment to press himself to Kinjou's side, but unfortunately, unlike him, Kinjou seemed to be utterly unaffected by the proximity, and he just kept chopping methodically as if nothing else were happening.