[Christmas Gift Fic] #14 - Points for trying

[h_itoshi]

Title: Points for trying
Prompt: #14 - Cooking or baking and making a huge mess
Wordcount: 560
Notes: Yokoo POV

When Yokoo gets home and hears voices in his kitchen, he's surprised at first, wondering who the hell is in his apartment without his knowledge. He mentally scans through the list of people he's given a key as he closes the door behind him, but then he hears a loud complaint that can't be anyone but Nikaido, and he relaxes with a sigh.

“Hello?” He calls, and the voices immediately quiet.

Yokoo sets his bag down and unzips his jacket while waiting for a response, thinking that something smells funny in here.

“Well fuck.” He hears Nikaido say, before Senga shows up in the doorway to the kitchen with a sheepish smile.

“Hey.” He says, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. “You're early.”

“What are you even doing here without an invitation?” Yokoo raises an eyebrow and hangs his jacket neatly on a hanger. He's not really angry, but these boys seriously need to learn some manners.

Senga sighs in defeat. “Well... It's your birthday next week. But we have recording all day. So... We figured we should celebrate it now that we have the time.”

Yokoo stops in the motion of leaning down to unlace his boots. “... What?”

“Yeah.” Senga's blush darkens. “So Gaya took you shopping to distract you, and we were going to cook for you. The rest of the group is coming too.”

Yokoo just stares at him, feeling a little awkward almost, because that is so sweet of them, but he's still too startled to actually comprehend it. “Really? For me?”

“Yeah but you're home way too early.” Nikaido shows up behind Senga and he's got tomato sauce on his cheek, pouting. “We were supposed to have another hour.”

“I...” Yokoo looks between the two of them a few times. “I... Sorry? That's so nice of you, I... Wow. Sorry.”

“Well...” Senga says a little uncomfortably, glancing at Nikaido. “We... may not be as good cooks as we thought.”

And Yokoo can't help but laugh at their guilty faces, because of course. “So you failed with my early-birthday-surprise-dinner?”

“Yeah, kind of.” Nikaido mutters and crosses his arms over his chest.

Senga sees the tomato sauce and wipes it away gently, but he looks a little apprehensive when he agrees slowly. “Kind of.”

Yokoo shakes his head with a smile and finally reaches down to take off his boots. “Do I even want to see my kitchen?”

“Ehm...” Senga starts guiltily, fidgeting with his hands.

“No, I think we'll just close the door and order take out.” Nikaido decides firmly before stroking a strand of Senga's hair behind his ear with a real softie-smile. “You're so cute when you're nervous.”

“Nika!” Senga protests and slaps Nikaido's hand away half-heartedly, blushing even darker. “... That's probably a good idea though.”

Yokoo sighs and looks at them for a while, thinking that somehow they really are like his kids. Trying their best and still managing to mess up, but he loves them anyway. “You know what. I can agree to that, just for today. But someone better clean it up and it shouldn't be me.”

“It's okay. We'll trick Miyata and Tama to do it.” Nikaido grins and sneaks an arm around Senga's waist. “So what kind of take out do you want?”

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Ahahaha, aww, that's really nice of all of them. Mama-Watta~ <3