Blood Love

Rings and Bandaged Cookies

Pairing: Nanami/Tsumiki

Chiaki sat in the alcove seat, staring out the window, not really being there for any important reason, just that it was probably healthy to take a break from gaming and soak up the sunlight, even if it was from behind glass. Besides, it isn't like she could think of gaming right now when she was so anxious. She absentmindedly fumbled with the box in her hand, wondering if the ring was alright for Mikan. She knew Mikan would probably take it anyway, but she just wanted the moment to be perfect.

She was snapped out of her reverie as the oven timer beeped, and she rushed over to it, nearly forgetting to don her oven mitts. She lightly dropped the pan on the stove, relieved they weren't burnt. If they had been, she would have had to scrap the whole 'cookies' idea, seeing as how Mikan would be home from the hospital in about twenty minutes. She got the pink buttercream out of the fridge and started to frost the cookies as neatly as she could. She sat back, proud of her work.

She took the thirteenth of the baker's dozen and took a bite, smiling when she tasted it. Teruteru might not be the best guy, but he did have the best recipes, and his newest cookbook was one Chiaki could appreciate, as an amateur in that field. She quickly got back to work though, sprinkling on some mini silver pearls that she had found in the cake aisle.

Finally, she took out the white fondant that she'd rolled out as flat as she could and textured to look like Mikan's favourite type of bandage. She lumped a piece onto each cookie as gracefully as she could, so it would look like a folded bit of bandage. She hoped it looked alright, she had even watched a whole YouTube video about how to do the texture. She pruned over the cookie decorations until she realised that Mikan would be back soon.

She yawned, clearing up her mess, and moving the cookies over to a plate on the table. She also set out some tea and a decorative bowl of century potpourri. Looking over the table, she finally felt confident in her little plan, so she sat down at the table and waited for her girlfriend.

Mikan was a timely woman, so she was home almost within the minute. Chiaki stood immediately as she heard the key in the lock, and Mikan walked in. She was still in her scrubs, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. Chiaki smiled at her, “Welcome home! I made you cookies.” Mikan set her eyes on the table and blushed, “O- oh! They’re beautiful. I can't b- believe you made something like t- that for me!”

Chiaki pulled her closer for a little cheek kiss, then got down on one knee, pulling out the little box. Mikan let out a cute little gasp when Chiaki opened the box, and her face was pink, just like the frosted cookies. “Oh, Chiaki..!” she said

Chiaki tried to look her girlfriend in the eyes as she spoke, “Mikan, you are the most amazing woman I’ve known in my entire life, and I’m really glad to have you here. So, I was wondering… Would you marry me?” Mikan fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around Chiaki, nearly knocking them both over in the process. “Yes! Y- yes, I would l- love that…” she said.

Chiaki smiled widely, taking the silver ring out of the box and slipping it onto Mikan’s ring finger. Mikan turned it around on her finger, “It’s so beautiful…” Chiaki hummed, “Not as beautiful as you.”

Mikan froze up, “H- how are you so smooth like that?” The soft-spoken girl tilted her head, “I just say what I mean.” Mikan covered her face with her hands, “Ahhh, you’re m- making me bluuush!” Chiaki hugged the embarrassed girl. “You’re so cute like that,” She said, “But enough teasing, how about we eat those cookies?”

Mikan nodded vigorously, blush suspiciously gone. Chiaki stood up on her feet and collapsed back into her seat, meanwhile Mikan just climbed up into the chair. She reached forward excitedly and took a bit of a cookie. “Y- you’re the best girlfriend ever,” Mikan said with a contented sigh. “You mean fiancee?~” Chiaki asked with a hint of a smile on her face.