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Takao x Reader ~ Morning Mishaps

     When she looked at him, she wouldn't change a thing...

... Even if he did occasionally annoy the living fuck out of her.

"Kazu, what the hell were you thinking?"

Takao rubbed the back if his neck awkwardly, laughing. "Well, I, uh, I thought I'd try to make breakfast?" He voice took on a questioning tone at that last bit, and as [y/n] looked around again it was obvious why. Whatever her boyfriend had tried to cook, it certainly wasn't edible now- all that remained was charcoal. Messy, stinking, charcoal. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the burnt food, but [y/n] knew she wouldn't be able to stay mad at Takao for long.

A sigh escaped the young woman's lips. "How did you even manage to-?" She paused a moment. "On second thought, I actually don't want to know."

The black-haired man just shrugged, a smile dancing across his mouth. "Probably not. I do have a talent, after all!" At that he struck a heroic pose, grinning widely at her.

[y/n] just snorted. "A talent for what? Creating something inedible out of perfectly good food?" She tentatively poked a piece of the black stuff near her stove. "I'm not even sure what that used to be."

Standing up straight again, Takao rubbed his chin with his fingertips. "Well, it could have been egg. Or maybe pork. I kind of lost track of what was what after the fire started."

The young woman's eyebrows moved up even further than they had been. "Okay, that's it. You're officially banned from my kitchen." Ignoring her boyfriend's protests, [y/n] moved over to one of her drawers, looking for a rag or something to clean this mess up with. As she searched, though, Takao moved behind her, his hands sneaking around her waist and drawing her closer to him.

"Kazu..." [y/n] complained, leaning her head back to look up at him. "We still have to clean this up." They both knew that she wasn't complaining in earnest, though, so Takao simply ignored her words. Instead he just held her, humming softly as another of his trademark grins appeared.

"I know that look..." she cautioned, having turned around to wrap her arms around his neck. "You're planning something."

His grin widened. "Haha, you're imagining things, [f/n]!" The young man leaned down, pecking her on the lips. [y/n] couldn't help but laugh; Takao's good moods were infectious.

Even if he had fucked up her kitchen.

"You're still not off the hook for this, Kazunari." She gestured yet again to the mess her boyfriend had made. Just how much food did he try to make, anyways? Because it's everywhere now... [y/n] shook her head lightly. Again, she didn't particularly want to know the specifics of what had happened before she made it to the kitchen.

Takao just laughed, planting another quick kiss on her lips. "Fine fine," he pretended to pout. "I'll clean it up, but you go get ready. Then I'll take you out to a real breakfast afterwards!" His hands trailed up her back, reaching to cup her face lightly. "I love you, you know?"

Her face turned red at the sudden proclamation, but [y/n] nodded. "I love you too." Even after all this time, the words sent a thrill running through her entire body. And it was true; despite his apparent inability to cook, she loved her sweet dork of a boyfriend with everything she had.

The male just grinned, kissing her yet again as if he couldn't resist the urge. "Now go. Shoo. This'll all be clean when you're ready, count on it!" Takao gave her a big thumbs up, despite her raised eyebrows.

Any way you put it, cleaning everything up in such a short time seemed absurd. But then again, this was Takao she was talking about- he was practically the definition of absurd. So she left him to it, making her way to the room they shared so that she could get ready to face the day with her boyfriend.

~~~

Said boyfriend remained in the kitchen, the ghost of a smile still twitching on his lips. That woman practically had Takao wrapped around her finger, and he didn't mind a bit.

Of course, he thought, my plan for how this morning was supposed to go kind of failed. But there'll be a next time! His fingers reached into the pocket of his sweatpants, lightly touching the box-like object within; almost as if to reassure himself that it was still there. There would be more chances to ask, of course. An ideal moment to spring the question that had constantly been on the tip of Takao's tongue these past weeks. It would be absolutely-

"Kazu, what the fuck is Midorima's frog doing in our bathroom?!"

He paled.

Well, maybe not quite perfect.