The whispers of a heart [BL]

Chapter 4

One week later I was sitting at my computer, writing in a haste. Earlier that morning I had an outburst of inspiration and I decided to grab hold of it. The hours past swiftly and by the time I looked at my watch it was already lunchtime.

As if he was timed, Kurosawa-san arrived at my door just when I was preparing to boil water for instant ramen.

"I knew I couldn't leave you alone for one day." Kurosawa-san rebuked me the moment he entered the kitchen and saw the package on the counter. "Were you planning on eating just that?" he turned to glare at me.

"Well, I was busy this morning and didn't get a chance to go shopping, so I didn't have anything else to eat. At least it's food and so I won't die of starvation." I added bravely withstanding his heated gaze.

The disapproval in his eyes was so intense that I was beginning to feel like a child scolded by his elders.

"You might think that, but eating this kind of food so often might make you die of something else. Here, I bought ingredients so I'll cook lunch for us."

And thus, Kurosawa-san took hold of my kitchen. Under the combined gazes of Fukuharu and myself, he cooked a sumptuous meal. An hour later, when the food was placed neatly on the table, I looked astonished between the dishes of miso soup, tonkatsu, teriyaki chicken and yaki udon.

"Kurosawa-san, are you preparing for a cooking competition? Why so many dishes?" I asked, not knowing where to settle my eyes or what to try out first. Even Fukuharu was staring longingly at the delicious food.

"Don't worry, Fukuharu. I didn't forget about you. Here, come and try this." Kurosawa-san called the cat over. He pulled a package of cat food from the grocery bag and poured it into Fukuhara's food bowl. "There, now everyone is happy." He concluded in satisfaction.

"You say that, but how are we going to finish all this? It's too much food for just the two of us."

"It's alright. You can have the leftovers for dinner." Kurosawa-san said with a smile, then continued gesturing towards the instant ramen package that had been thrown into a corner. "Otherwise, who knows what crappy food you'll end up eating again."

"In that case..." I began reluctantly. "Thank you for the food."

To be honest it wasn't the first time Kurosawa-san had cooked at my place, but this was by far the most lavish meal he'd made. Without realizing, the corners of my lips pulled upward in a smile. The feeling this food gave me was warm and comfortable. It was like being covered with a fluffy blanket and given a hot cup of tea after standing in a freezing place for a long time.

Perhaps Kurosawa-san noticed my strange expression because he suddenly stopped eating and looked at me earnestly. There was a small crease between his eyebrows and his eyes lingered on my face in worry.

"What's wrong?"

"N-no, nothing's wrong. The food is delicious, that's all."

"Ah, I'm happy to know that you like it. In fact, until I met Masato-sensei I had never cooked for anyone else. But I always wanted to try."

Kurosawa-san finished his words, his face beaming with contentment. Seeing him like this, I felt a small tug inside my chest. It was small, like a tiny flutter of wings, but I decided to ignore it. Whatever that feeling was, it was best not to examine it further at the moment. Hence, instead of delving into it further, I decided to play it cool.

"Oh, so I was your test subject?" I teased, moving my eyes from Kurosawa-san's attractive face to the food in front of me.

He tried to bicker with me further, but I mostly ignored him and focused on eating.