Komahina-Spooky Oneshots For Each Day In October

Bloody Cake

(What the heck am I supposed to do with bloody cake)

   Hinata squeezes his partner's hand as he stares down at the creation he had so lovingly prepared. 

   "Well. . .this certainly looks interesting."

   Komaeda frowns. "What do you mean? It's Halloween-themed!"

   Hinata gawks at the lopsided cake covered in-no, doused is a better word, strawberry sauce with hints of chocolate sauce.

   ". . .How so?"

   "Well, look at all of the strawberry-sauce blood! Halloween!"

   The brunet raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure this isn't the first time my boyfriend has ever tried baking something on his own and is trying to cover some major fuck-up?"

   Komaeda pouts. "Not believing in your boyfriend? Not cool, Hajime. Come on, just try it, I'm sure you'll like it. The inside is rainbow sprinkle; your favourite!"

   Hinata nods and hums. "The gayest cake batter. Very nice," He looks uneasily at the 'cake,' ". . .okay, fine, I'll try it. . .You have the number for poison control still, right?"

   Komaeda hits him. "Hajime, you're so rude," He whines, "Now go sit down at the table and I'll cut you a slice."

   Hinata swallows nervously. "T-Thank you."

   He slowly pads over to the table and lowers himself into his seat.

   In all honesty, he's terrified to try the cake that Ko has made. The boy's reputation in the kitchen was anything but good. He once tried to bake something for Owari's birthday that ended up looking and tasting like crap, but Owari cares for her little buddy so much that, not wanting his feelings to get hurt, ate the whole damn thing right in front of him and managed to choke out a wide variety of compliments.

   She had food poisoning for six days and lost fourteen pounds. Komaeda was never told this, by her own insistence. 

   Komaeda quietly sings an old french song under his breath as he plates a slice for Hinata and brings it over to him. 

   The brunet slowly brings his hands together. "T-Thank you the cake," and then quieter, "please, God, don't let this be the thing that kills me."

   He takes the fork in his hand, going to break off a piece before frowning. "You're not going to try some, Nags?"

   The fluffy-haired boy shakes his head sheepishly. ". . .You know I don't really like sweet things."

   'And I want to make sure it isn't poisonous first.' He adds mentally.

   "Alright then. . .here I go."

   Hinata brings the fork up to his lips and tastes the cake. 

   His eyes widen as Komaeda wrings his hands anxiously.

   "It's. . .good," Hinata says, surprised.

   "Heh, why do you sound so shocked, Hajime? I've been taking lessons with Hanamura-kun!" Komaeda discloses proudly, albeit a bit smug.

   "It certainly shows."

   Hinata goes for another bite, and then another and then another before the whole piece is finally gone.

   Komaeda giggles. "What do you think, Hajime? Would you like another slice?"

   Hinata holds his plate up to his boyfriend.

    ". . .Please."