*the subway station* Hananene/amanene office AU(REWRITE)

Amane's cooking skills.

Yashiro
So far this day was a success. She hadn't had a meltdown today (so far). As the employees were getting ready to clock out, Yashiro had a message. The company had a department wide potluck, and all employees were invited.

"Hey Yashiro! May I join the potluck!" Amane was practically bouncing off the walls.

"I did say ALL employees were invited." Yashiro said, without smiling, with her arms crossed.

"Can you help me? I'm terrible at cooking!" Amane gave puppy dog eyes and stuck out his lip.

"S-sure, I'll walk you to my house when we get off the subway." Yashiro rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip.

"Thank you Yashiro!!" Amane cheered and again wrapped his arms around her and planted his head in her hair.

Amane
Amane was exited! A hangout with his best bud! Amane was practically skipping on his way to the subway with Yashiro.

"D-damn. It's cold." Yashiro said. Crossing her arms. And hunching over a little.

"I always bring a jacket! Do you want mine?" Amane smiled and took off his jacket and handed it to Yashiro.

"T-thanks, Amane." She slowly put on the jacket, clearly focused on Amane's arms and wrists.

Shit! Amane forgot about his scars. The ones that his brother inflicted on him, they appeared everytime he visited his mother, who took care of Tsukasa, his twin, still.

"Amane-" Yashiro's face dropped more.

"Its- it's.... Nothing Yashiro. I'm fine" Amane understood his mistake.

"I understand your pain, whether you did those yourself or someone else..... I relate." Yashiro looked away. She started to itch her wrists and arms slightly, and Amane got what she was saying.

"I shouldnt have, even let this happen." Amane has tears welling up in his eyes.

"No- it's ok... You gave me your jacket in concern for me. And my wellbeing. You are truly a selfless person Amane." Yashiro looked back at him.

Amane felt as if she could be eerie at times. She could say something happy and not smile, he's only ever seen her smile once. In his week or so working here.

"Now boarding for St. Clinton's street." The terminal blared that phrase over and over again.

"Look, and we made it, look at our luck." Amane nudged Yashiro

"Mhm." Yashiro answered.

They sat at there normal spot and waited  the normal time.

"Hey Yashiro."

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"Haven't you already thanked me? You know all well I'm no miracle worker."

"You think so lowly of yourself."

"Yet I haven't made a mistake yet."

"Is this our stop?" Amane stood.

"Yes." Yashiro stood with him and sped walked in front him.

When they finally got to her apartment, it was small. Only one bedroom, a living room kitchen combo and a bathroom. Yashiro started by getting out simple ingredients. Enough to only make a small batch of cookies.

"This is all of our ingredients." Yashiro gave a half-assed point in it's direction.

"Cool!" Amane began grabbing at random ingredients on the counter.

"Alright. Add this to that and mix it."

"Alright mentor!" Amane gave a salute and giggled.

"Mix it until it's a dough."

"Mhm" Amane began vigorously mixing the ingredients, making a mess everywhere.

"For the general welfare of my sanity and my kitchen let me help." Yashiro stepped behind Amane and held his hands from behind ot guide him and slow his mixing.

Amane felt a burn on his face. Not only was this very surprising, but this was the first time anyone has done this to him. He wanted it to last longer.

"Do you see what I mean, Amane." Yashiro said while finally stepping away.

"N- ye- o- so.. uh- umm- YES!" Amane became a babbling mess of a man. Even stepping back and falling down on the floor.

"Oh my!" Yashiro immediately helped him up.

"I'm so sorry Yashiro!" Amane got up and started dusting himself off.

"It's alright Amane!"

"Let's get back to cooking." Amane walked over too the cookie sheet and dough and began forming cookies.

"That's too big!" She panicked and ran over to him.

After they put the stuff in the oven, they decide to watch some anime.

"You can choose, Amane." Yashiro handed Amane the remote.

"I have one I've been really liking." Amane turned on some mushy romance anime.

Amane has actually never seen this anime. He only chose it because the main character looked like Yashiro. Maybe she would like it?

"This girl looks exactly like me..." Yashiro learned in forward to see the screen better.

Amane felt........ Moody...... He didn't know why but he didn't like the love interest. He flirted with her weirdly, and all Amane wanted to do was punch that guy.

"I-ill go check on the cookies." Amane was thinking of any excuse to stop paying attention

"I'll go with you" Yashiro got up with him and and opened the oven.

"We burnt them!"

"And that was the last of our ingredients."

"I'll just go home. Bye Yashiro!"

And just as Amane arrived. He was gone.

Only 10 minutes later, Yashiro got a phone call!

"Yashiro! I burned down my house! Can you let me stay at your house?"

Hello! This was a more longer chapter, it was 870 something words! I have big plans! While I would LOVE to write more, I actually wanna READ some fanfiction today, love y'all pookies!

-izzy