𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒕 || Windbreaker one-shots

A mouse in the kitchen || Shuhei Suzuri

A mouse in the kitchen

=Songs ; Golden Hour/Sho's song (on Spotify)=

The sound the onions made as they sizzled inside of the pan made Suzuri quite happy with himself. He had tonight's menu in mind, and making food for his friends brought him contempt and pride.

The crackle sound of the oil that the onions were partly bathing in indicated that he needed to pass to the next step of his recipe, and as such, he headed toward the fridge and took out a box full of beef cut in small, thin pieces.

He almost drooled at the thought : he needed to get this done as soon as possible.

With that in mind, he headed back to his still burning-hot pan and started dumping the meat into it, enjoying the sound the meat made as it grilled.

Singing to himself a bit, he stopped when he heard the slightest noise coming from the room where he stored his fresh ingredients, or some he handpicked himself at the marketplace.

Taking a few steps in the direction of the door cautiously, he was surprised when a girl his age suddenly strode out of it, a knife in hand that she quickly directed at his neck.

"Hey, that's my knife." Suzuri simply groaned, noticing that the knife he had been given by the chef was in someone else's hands.

Surprised by his unbothered reaction, you approached him a bit more, the knife still holding him in place as you slid behind him in an attempt to both hide yourself and keep him at "knifepoint".

Boy, what a mistake.

Suzuri being a skilled fighter and cook, he quickly grasped your wrist and pinned it above your head as he shifted himself in your direction, ramming you into the marble counter behind you.

As he saw your free hand now forming a fist and launching itself at high speed, aiming for his face, he slightly ducked to avoid the punch before taking a hold of your second wrist and holding it in place next to the previous one.

His whole body's weight pressed you further against the counter as he menacingly stood, head looking down upon you in a questioning manner.

"Can you please drop that knife ?" He gently asked, before turning his eyes towards his pan, smelling the meat that was about to become more than just grilled. "Shit ! My dish !"

Shifting his attention back to you, his eyes boring into yours, he asked again kindly.

"Please ? My meat is about to become charcoal. Not that you almost killing me isn't important but I really need this to, I don't know, not burn."

At his words, you dropped the knife and sighed in defeat, shifting uncomfortably in his hands, trying to break free.

"Before I let you go, tell me." He began, looking at you dead in the eyes. "Who exactly sent you here to seduce me ?"

He had deducted so from your rather short and revealing outfit, which you didn't look like you enjoyed wearing it in the conditions you were currently in.

I mean, sure, he was keeping his hands to himself which was great, but you were still being rammed into a marble counter a few minutes ago, which wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience, especially in those types of outfits.

Your eyes had widened at his question ; he had figured the reason of your presence here.

"Someone wants your head." You simply admitted, looking down at his shoes to hide the fear in your eyes. What would happen to you now ?