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Extra - Kitchen Dances

It was a common occurrence for Osamu to return home to his husband cooking dinner. After they had decided to try to make this marriage worked and moved into a house stationed well between their jobs, Chuuya stopped working such loose hours and doing overtime. More often than not, they had dinners together now. Chuuya worked late night/morning shifts, coming home at 9 and sleeping while Osamu was at work, and then heading to work after dinner. That left the hours between 6, when Osamu got off work, and 1, when Chuuya went to work, for them. Osamu often got a small kiss goodbye as he headed to work late just as Chuuya got home. The scoldings from Kunikida were nothing in the face of his husband's weary, fond expression as he kissed him and lightly smacked his arm for being late to work again just for a kiss. They would also try to coordinate their days off as well, allowing the maximum amount of time they could get together to make their marriage work.

Hearing the usual music that accompanied Chuuya as he cooked, Osamu quietly closed the door behind him, slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat on the coat rack next to Chuuya's coat and hat. He slipped over to the kitchen, quietly as not to disturb Chuuya. Osamu stopped in the door frame, taking in the sight.

Chuuya's hair was up in a ponytail as he carefully chopped vegetables and put them in a slow cooker. He looked domestic in jeans, a t-shirt, and an apron. A quick look down told him that Chuuya was wearing the bunny slippers that Osamu gifted him as a gag gift after the many times Osamu had called him "Bunny" in disguise.

"If you keep staring, this knife is chopping your small intestine next," Chuuya threatened. It was an empty threat, none of the bite that used to exist behind his words in their early years.

"I can't admire how beautiful my husband is?"

Chuuya's movements stuttered before he jerkily returned to his task, looking intently at the vegetables.

Osamu left the doorway and walked to Chuuya, arms wrapping carefully around Chuuya so as not to accidentally get himself stabbed. Chuuya said nothing, even leaning back slightly as Osamu buried his face in Chuuya's neck with a smile, planting a small kiss on his exposed nape.

"How did I get so lucky~" Osamu whisper sang. "I have such a wonderful husband. Beautiful, powerful, and makes me tasty, tasty food."

"I swear you just married me for my cooking."

"A contributing factor I admit, but not why I married you."

"That's it, I really am gonna gut you," Chuuya said, but Osamu could see the strawberry color Chuuya had taken on in his face.

"So violent, Chibi~! One might think you didn't even like your husband."

"I wish I liked you less," Chuuya grumbled. "Wouldn't be having to be dealing with your bullshit right now."

"Awwww you do love me!"

"I have a knife."

With quick movements, Osamu disarmed him and turned him around, pressing Chuuya's back into the counter and kissing him.

"What was that about a knife?" Osamu asked with a grin as he pulled away from the kiss. Chuuya's arms fell from where they had migrated to around his neck to his arms, scowling.

"I'm cooking, you bastard."

"I know~"

Chuuya rolled his eyes and pushed Osamu away. This time, Osamu willingly stepped back. He didn't expect, however, for Chuuya to follow, a hand on his chest pressing him back until he ran into the kitchen island. Lips were on his again, Chuuya's hands running down his sides, fleeting touches till he grabbed Osamu's thighs and hauled the other onto the kitchen island. Osamu broke the kiss in shock, staring down at Chuuya who grinned teasingly from where he stood between his knees, kneading his thighs in a very distracting way. Osamu's head was empty of everything but the rather hot display of strength Chuuya had just shown.