Dakaichi Fanfics/Scenarios, Smut, Oneshots, etc.

My meal

Takato is sitting on the couch reading a book, while his angel is cooking a meal for the both of them to enjoy. It is currently six twenty-one pm, and they're both done with work and are now at home.

"Takato-san!" Junta calls out from the kitchen. "Huh?" He responds not so loud, but Junta manages to hear him. "Would you like to try the food? I need your opinion." Takato puts his book down and walks over to the kitchen.

"Here, try it." The angel says happily and holds a spoon in front of his lover's mouth.

Takato hesitates a bit... "Let me hold the spoon..." He softly says.

"Oh, ah, okay..." Junta answers, a little sad, and hands him the spoon. Takato opens his mouth and takes a bite. He wonders what "opinion" of his would help, knowing that he has little to no experience in the kitchen.

"Mm– it's good. What else would you expect to hear?" He says after chewing. Junta smiles and lifts Takato's chin gently to give him a soft peck on the lips. Takato lets this happen and turns red. He quickly hits him on his chest. "Idiot... where did that come from?" He mutters as he walks back to the living room.

Some time later, Junta added a couple more things to his dish and got the table ready.

"Here, Takato-san." He sets his plates down first and then his own. Next, he grabs some drinks from the fridge and also places those down.

"Thank you, Chunta." Takato says as he watches Junta sit down. Junta nods and smiles once again.

They both start eating, and Takato doses off, enjoying his home-cooked meal. Junta stares at him, blushing, not saying a word. He loves that he enjoys his meal. A little too much...

He only takes a couple of bites and keeps staring, not saying anything.

"What is it? Are you okay?" Takato takes notice and asks.

"Hm? Yeah, please keep eating, don't worry about me." He replies as he takes another spoon of his own food. Takato furrows his brows and ignores it as he takes another spoon full as well...

"...Chunta?" Takato looks at him and tilts his head a bit. Instead of getting an answer, Junta pats Takato's head and giggles to himself. At this point, Takato's worried.

"It's really nothing, Takato-san. Please don't worry." Junta reassures him even though he was caught staring again, proving that everything was not fine.

He holds Takato's hand. "I love you." Takato tenses up a bit, not expecting this all of a sudden.

"Huh... what?" He widens his eyes and quickly turns his head away. "Tsk, eat your food and cut that nonsense out... It'll get cold." he grumbles as he keeps his turned away and removes his hand.

"Aww..." Junta frowns and forces himself to eat without looking at his lover.

Takato piers his head up slowly, hoping not to see Junta's face staring back at him. He sighs and sees he's closed his eyes. "Are you sure you're going to eat like that...? Won't that just get annoying?" He starts.

"Yes, I can't look at Takato-san. This way, you'll be comfortable." Junta says as he sips on his cold drink.

"Sigh... Whatever, then... just make sure you actually eat. It's important if you wanna do good at work." He also drinks his beer.

"Eh...? It's important, right?" Junta starts blushing again.

"Huh? Yeah, of course, you need a proper meal to help you do well?" Takato says, not understanding why he's he asking such a stupid question.

"Then... I should help myself, no? I take my nutrition seriously." He says, his voice going low."

"Chunta...?"