Clovers

Author: tashiichaan
Type: ONE-SHOT
Genre: Romance, FLUFF TO THE POINT OF TOOTH CAVITY XD
Characters: Sakurai Sho, OOC (Hiroki Sorae from my other ficcie, Mercurial Dreams xD)
Pairing: ShoxHiroki
Summary: All you need is some love and patience when Sho joins you in the kitchen.

Ramblings: So I was supposed to be writing English articles as entries for my school magazine, but then I got inspired to write some cheesy fluff so I got into writing about my dear hubby… xD OH AND I SWEAR YOU’RE GONNA GET A TOOTHACHE AT THE AMOUNT OF CHEESINESS, AND THE NEAR-SMUT AT THE END. OHOHOHOHO *flails awayyy~*

FORGOT TO ADD! – Spot an MMA scene! XD Hint: it’s from Kodomo no Bangohan scene with Sho and Aiba… READ CAREFULLY XD

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Clovers

Amidst the deafening chorus of an m-flo song blaring out of the stereo, the music bouncing loudly and dangerously off the walls, it was no surprise Sho couldn’t even hear the repeated knocks on his bedroom door. He continued to lay sprawled on his queen-sized bed, bopping his head in sync with the beat of the song and reading a mystery novel in building anticipation.

Of course, he also didn’t bother to lock the door. After many failed attempts to get his attention, the door burst open unceremoniously and stepped in a positively scowling woman.

“SAKURAI SHO, ARE YOU BEING AN ABSOLUTELY MINDLESS IDIOT OR ARE YOU JUST DEAF?!” she shrilled vehemently with her arms akimbo.

Sho yelped at the sight of Sorae and quickly grabbed a fluffy pillow to cover his bare chest. He was so ever grateful he kept his Hawaiian boxers on. “Sorae, don’t you ever knock the door?!” he demanded, his face reddened distinctly.

“I knocked a million times, you asshole, but you’re too busy mimicking that lame rap,” Sorae growled, picking up a book from his study table behind the door and flung it purposely at him, which landed feebly at his knee.

“VERBAL’s rap isn’t lame,” Sho defended, watching her with a frown as she crossed the room to him.

“It is, because your rap is much better than his when it’s your own original rap, and don’t try to deny it,” Sorae countered simply, nonchalantly pulling a drawer open and rummaged through Sho’s neatly-arranged shirts.

Despite blushing furiously at Sorae’s flattering comment, he narrowed his eyes at her as she unfolded a blue long-sleeved shirt and held it out to analyse it. “What’re you doing with my clothes? Kaa-san isn’t going to be happy when she finds out you’re messing all the clothes she folded nicely…”

Just then, Sorae sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed the pillow away from Sho and in a provocative fashion she pulled the shirt over his head. The moment his head popped out of the collar, he blabbed out anxiously, “We can’t do it right here… Shu’s in the next room and imagine the sounds he’s going to hear—”

Sorae shut him up by kissing him deeply. When she pulled back, Sho just stared at her in shock with his lips still unmoved from the kiss. She couldn’t suppress a giggle and went on to guide his arms through the sleeves. “Baka, if I’m going to get it on with you, I’d be ripping your sunshine of a boxers off by now.”

Sho felt himself burn with embarrassment. He mentally kicked himself for even bluntly suggesting they were even going to have sex, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Again he inwardly groaned at his perverted thoughts.

“You,” Sorae said brightly, “are going to help me in the kitchen.”

Sho raised an eyebrow at her as he adjusted his shirt, his skin still tingling from the gentle touch of Sorae’s warm hands. “You’re cooking tonight?” he asked incredulously.

Sorae rolled her eyes and stood up in a final stance. “Of course I am. Your parents went out for a function and your mother allowed me to make dinner for you guys. And, I don’t plan to work myself out alone.”

“We’re going to get food poisoning tonight…” Sho grumbled under his breath, and he deftly avoided another book Sorae chucked at him before she left the room.

After putting on appropriate jeans over his boxers, he made his way down the staircase, following the indistinct sound of a knife chopping vegetables and a whistling kettle. He walked past Mai in the living room watching a documentary on National Geographic, and Mai widened her eyes at her elder brother heading for the kitchen,

“Nii-san, you’re not planning on helping Sora-nee-chan, are you?” she asked suspiciously.

Before entering past the hanging curtains above the kitchen doorway, he flashed a scheming grin at his sister. Mai looked on in horror, and turned to the open space in the wall that served as a window to look into the kitchen. There, Sorae was chopping scallions whilst watching the documentary on the television, and she stopped short when she caught Mai’s desperate plea, to which she just smiled apologetically. Out of a sudden she yelped when she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind.

“So, how can I help you?” Sho murmured into her ear.

“By making yourself useful and not cuddling me while I’m brandishing a knife,” Sorae warned, casting an evil stare at him.

Sho, however, tightened his hug and buried his head on her shoulder. “Tell me what to do then…” he cooed affectionately. Amidst the curls he had his face in, he partially saw his sister shake her head mockingly at the two of them.

Sorae sighed gently, and pointed to the plastic bags by the refrigerator. “There’re some onions in there – chop a few of them for me, please.”

“Hai!” he exclaimed energetically, and went to fetch the onions like an eager little child. Sorae brought out another copping board and a slicing knife for him, to which he set down the onions and started peeling the skin off gleefully.

“Be careful with the knife,” she said warily, and scooped the chopped scallions into the boiling pot behind them. She glanced nervously over her shoulder, making sure Sho wasn’t about to chop his finger off, and with a satisfied nod, she turned back to the soup, contentedly stirring it while putting in a bag of miso stock. She jumped, however, at Sho’s sudden cries.

“Soraeeeeee!”

“What, what?!” Sorae asked urgently, running to him in panic, thinking he’d seriously slice off his finger clumsily, but all she saw was no sign of blood and Sho’s sobbing red eyes.

“This… onion… hurts… my eyes!” Sho whined, sniffing noisily while wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Sorae breathed out in relief, but nevertheless she got a little annoyed. “You baby…” she groaned. She made Sho set down his knife and guided him to the sink. “Wash your eyes,” she ordered, helpfully turning on the tap for him before leaving him alone to his misery.

For some time she busied herself with preparing the batter for chicken, when Sho came up to her with a wet, dripping and rather pitiful face. “Do I still have to help you?” he asked childishly.

“Yes. Now help me get bread crumbs.”

Dejectedly Sho turned away to fulfil her order and Sorae smiled evilly to herself as she stirred the batter vigorously, distracting herself with the documentary about Egyptian pyramids Mai was watching. Sho suddenly nudged Sorae on the shoulder, and she glanced at him and found him holding up a loaf of bread to her.

“So how do I get bread crumbs from this? It’s too soft to scrape any…” Sho wondered audibly, scratching his chin in deep thought while analysing the bread as if it were a very advanced mathematics question.

“Baka, you can only get bread crumbs when they’re toasted,” Sorae explained, breathing very deeply to hold on to what’s left of her patience.

“Aaah, okay…” and without another word he left her alone, again. Muttering incoherent words about Sho’s bluntness, she went back to watching the documentary. However, it wasn’t long before her ears perked up in confusion. She heard the buttons on the microwave control pad being pressed, and then the sound of the microwave being turned on. She spun around and found Sho squatting down in front of the counter, with his chin on his arms and staring in fascination into the microwave.

In the microwave, the entire loaf of bread was being heated.

“Sho, what in heavens are you doing?!” Sorae demanded, brandishing her spoon at him, splattering batter all over Sho’s shirt.

“Eurgh!” Sho exclaimed, glowering at her as he attempted (and failing) at wiping the stains off of his shirt. “I’m toasting the bread so I can get the crumbs!” he told her heatedly as if it were the most normal thing to do.

Sorae clung her hands onto her cheeks in frustration, and strode over to the refrigerator, furiously pulling out a pack of readily-prepared bread crumbs. “This is what I mean!” Sorae shrieked.

After inspecting the packet closely, Sho’s face broke into a broad smile as if the greatest knowledge had finally dawned on him. Smugly he nodded, “Aaah, sou ka…”

“You don’t simply go ‘sou ka’ like that!” Sorae cried out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. She was now regretting her insistence on getting Sho to help her when clearly he wasn’t any useful at all.

“Gomen… I’m trying my best…” Sho replied softly, his smile now vanished and he gazed at his bare feet sadly, avoiding Sorae’s glares.

However, those glares, too, vanished and she now felt totally horrible for yelling at him. He was trying to help her after all, and she was the one who forced him to. Guiltily she approached him and hugged him consolingly. “Gomen ne, for being so harsh on you. How about this, you cook the rice, and then you go take a shower while I finish up. That okay?”

She looked up to him and met Sho’s expression of immense satisfaction. “I can cook rice,” he told her with a smirk.

Sorae nodded happily. “Good, that’s one thing I’m proud of.” She turned to go turn on the ricecooker for him, but Sho didn’t let go of her and continued to embrace her.

“Yes?” she asked, giving him a questioning look.

“Ne, this is our first dinner we made together…” Sho murmured, settling her with an adoring gaze, “shouldn’t we bless the food?”

Sorae giggled at the cheesy quirks in Sho’s words and retorted playfully, “With what, a kiss? If Mai And Shu know, they’d rather go hungry for the night.”

“That’s their problem, then.” And with that, Sho lowered his head and kissed her squarely. He pushed Sorae’s back against the counter, tightening his hold around her waist and cradling her cheek with the other hand, as Sorae clung onto his neck. Their warm lips fell into a gentle rhythm, hot breath unto hot breath, pressing against each other tenderly but also in desperate need for each other and drenched in all the love they shared. That was Sho and Sorae – despite all the unnecessary bickering they had all the time, they relished in the deep understanding they had for each other’s feelings without having to say a word at all. That’s the depth of their love.

“Ohmigod, stop getting all nasty in the kitchen you perves, our food will never taste the same ever again!” Mai’s voice piped from the living room.

Not giving a damn about Mai, their lips parted and Sorae smiled at Sho lovingly, pressing her nose against his.

“You need a bath…” she suggested softly.

“Oh? What happened to me needing a shower?” Sho challenged.

“Because there should be enough space in the bathtub for another person,” Sorae replied, trying to sound very serious and casual despite the blushes heating up her cheeks.

Sho glanced at her shirt stained with blotchy cream from the batter stains on his, and chuckled huskily. “I’ll get Mai to cook the rice then.” And he guided Sorae to the bathroom upstairs.

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