[ObiKaka][30 Kisses]Prompt 18: Ah~
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hikoloveTitle: Unwanted Presents
30 Kisses Prompt #18: Say Ah~
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG
Summary: Obito brings Kakashi a gift, but he is wary. Will he trust Obito enough to be subjected to his cooking?
Kakashi had expected Obito to stop by earlier, but was not surprised when he showed up three hours late. Obito was usually late, and since they’d started dating, that hadn’t changed. The only thing that had changed was Kakashi’s attitude towards Obito being late. What was once an annoying habit was now almost endearing. Kakashi hated to admit it, but it added to his friend’s charm.
When he heard the knock at the door, Kakashi shook his head, and went for it. He knew that Obito would be there, waiting with another excuse on his lips. Opening the door, Kakashi was about to make some comment about rules and being late, but stopped short at seeing a box in Obito’s hands.
“You’re late,” Kakashi said. The box was intriguing. He could tell it was the type of box that nicer families kept special lunches in.
“I know. I brought a present,” he said, grinning. “Actually, that’s why I was late. I was making this for you.” He offered Kakashi the three tiered, lacquered box, and grinned.
“You made me a box?” Kakashi asked. Obito rolled his eyes at the smirk on his friend’s face.
“No, you jerk,” he said. “I made what’s inside. Let me in?”
With a roll of the eyes, Kakashi stepped aside, letting Obito into the entrance way and waiting for him to take off his shoes. Obito stepped inside and grabbed the box from Kakashi, and ran towards the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?” Kakashi asked, chasing after him. As Kakashi stepped into the kitchen, he saw Obito pouring water into a kettle.
“I’m making us tea,” Obito said. “I thought it would go well with the stuff I brought. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I was waiting for you, actually,” Kakashi said.
Obito grinned. “Awesome! Cause I brought you dinner.”
“What?”
“I made you dinner!” Obito said.
Kakashi’s face sank in despair. He saw the scowl on Obito’s face and knew that his friend was not pleased, but the thought of eating Obito’s cooking was terrifying. He hadn’t realized what Obito had meant by having made what was in the box, and now he was frightened. Memories of Obito’s past attempts at cooking made his stomach churn in fear. The box had looked so innocent before, pretty if not a little ostentatious. Now it looked like an imposing enemy.
“Would it make you feel better to know that Rin helped?” he asked. Kakashi reluctantly nodded. He could see that he’d injured his friend’s feelings, but Obito could not cook. He’d spent his entire life with a family of women who could gut and cook fish as easily as they could gut a man. Obito never had reason to learn to cook.
“Is my cooking that bad?” Obito asked. Kakashi felt guilty, the look on Obito’s face mirrored the look of an injured puppy.
“Ah. Well, it’s not . . . Obito, you don’t cook,” Kakashi said, attempting to be gentle. “Remember how you tried and nearly set sensei on fire?”
“That . . . that was because I . . . ohh crap. Point made,” Obito muttered. He sighed. “All right, I did do this on my own. But Rin made sure that I kept an eye on everything. I know I’m not good but I think it turned out pretty well.” Obito opened the lid of the top tier, and set it down. Kakashi was impressed by the savory smell of fish that entered the kitchen.
“Is that . . . Did you make eel?” he asked. Obito nodded. Kakashi’s mouth watered despite his apprehension. He couldn’t resist eel.
“Yeah! Broiled eel. Rin said that it was your favorite,” he said. “You should like the next layer too. I think.” Obito carefully lifted the top tier off, and set it down on the kitchen table. Kakashi looked into the box, and paled.
“What is that?”
“Well, okay. I see the look on your face and I can’t blame you,” he said. “But you really ought to try it.”
Kakashi raised his eyebrow, and Obito sighed. “No, really Kakashi! I wouldn’t have brought any food here that I thought you’d dislike! They just look ugly, but I swear I—”
“What are they?” Kakashi asked.
“Huh?”
“I mean, what did you mutilated into looking like old, soggy vegetables, covered in some bleak looking sauce?”
Obito groaned. “It’s eggplant cooked in miso with a miso paste. There’s some tofu in there too because I thought it might taste nice.” Obito’s face looked unhappy, and Kakashi felt bad that he was being so wary. “Really, it tastes good! Rin said it looked horrible but that it still tasted okay.”
“So, is it good or just okay?” Kakashi asked.
“Oh will you just try it?” Obito asked. Kakashi laughed at his friend and nodded.
“All right, I’ll try it.”
Obito grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a piece of eggplant. Kakashi allowed Obito to pull down his mask, and tried not to grimace as the vegetable hovered near his mouth. Obito sighed, and rolled his eyes. “You have to say ahh,” Obito said.
“Why?”
“Because that is what people say when they are being fed by a loved one,” Obito replied.
“So you’re a loved one?”
“I thought I was!” Kakashi laughed at the sulky tone in Obito’s voice. Obito frowned again.
“You are,” Kakahi said, grinning bak at Obito. “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”
“Gee, thanks,” Obito said. He sighed. Rolling his eyes, Kakashi opened his mouth.
“Ahh?” Kakashi said. Obito grinned, and carefully placed the eggplant in Kakashi’s mouth. Kakashi chewed the vegetable thoughtfully before swallowing it.
“Tastes good,” Kakashi said. “I’m surprised. It really does look like crap.”
“Gee, thanks,” Obito replied, glowering. Kakashi sighed.
“Don’t give me that look,” Kakashi said. “Come on, this is the saddest looking eggplant I’ve ever seen. How did you even cook it?”
“In a miso broth,” Obito said. “Does it matter? It came out okay, right?”
“I’ve had worse,” Kakashi said. Obito just sighed.
“You’re impossible, you know that?” Obito said. Kakashi just shrugged.
“What’s in the last section?” Kakashi asked, trying to change the subject.
Obito grinned. “Ninja dogs.”
“What!”
Obito laughed, and patted Kakashi’s shoulder. “You want to see?”
“I’m actually quite afraid to,” Kakashi said. “Ninja dogs? Really?”
“Well, you’ll see,” Obito said, raising up the lid. “Not really ninja dogs. More like ninja rabbits that are supposed to be dogs.”
Kakashi peered inside the box, and laughed. Obito had cut little apple wedges in the shapes of rabbits, and somehow carved a little scarecrow face into each one. He glanced at Obito’s fingers, and smiled when he noticed the bandages. “You really went all out on this, didn’t you?”
“Ahhh. You saw my fingers,” he said, holding them up and laughing. “Guilty as charged. Rin told me it was ridiculous, but you know me. The more ridiculous something is, the more I think I have to do it.”
“You shouldn’t have injured yourself to do it,” Kakashi said. “As a shinobi, you do need all of your fingers.”
“Yeah well, they’re only little cuts. Nothing that’ll last.”
Kakashi shook his head. “Obito. Why would you do this? Not that I don’t apperciate it,” he said, hastily trying to salvage Obito’s mood. “It’s . . . very nice. I just don’t understand why—”
“I just wanted to do something nice,” Obito said. “We’ve been dating for a few weeks, and I wanted you to know that I care about you in a way that isn’t just, uh. You know. Physical.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, and stepped towards his friend. “You’ve already been nice. You don’t have to do anything else.”
“That’s the whole point. I don’t have to. I just want to,” Obito said, grinning. “Now open up, and let me feed you this apple.”
“If I must.” Kakashi grinned and opened his mouth. The apple was sweet and slightly salty from the salt Obito had sprinkled on, to keep the slices from browning. It was light, and somehow made the apple taste even sweeter. Swallowing, Kakashi closed his eyes and leaned forward for the next piece. Instead, his mouth met Obito’s lips. Kakashi opened his eyes in surprise, shutting them again and leaning into the kiss. He felt Obito’s arm slip around his waist, keeping him close.
“Just being nice to be nice, huh?” Kakashi murmured. Obito chuckled, and popped the rest of the apple into his mouth. He grinned as he chewed, waiting politely until he was finished swallowing to speak.
“Well, maybe I did have an ulterior motive to kiss you senseless and make you smile,” Obito replied, nosing his friend. “But you know, it really was just because I wanted to make you happy.”
“And if you not kissing me made me happy?”
“You break my heart, Kakashi,” Obito said, pouting. “But if that’s what you want . . .” Obito stepped away, laughing when Kakashi grabbed his arms and pulled him back, hard, and kissed him.
“Lucky for you,” Kakashi said, leaning in close to Obito, “Kissing you is the only thing that makes me happy.”
“Oh?” Obito said, lips parted slightly as they kissed again. “I‘m gonna have to work on making you happy in other ways.” Kakashi shivered slightly as Obito’s hand pressed against the lowest part of his back, keeping them very close. His eyelids dropped down, smiling softly as his lips brushed against Obito’s as they talked.
“I’ll look forward to it.” Kakashi said.
30 Kisses Prompt #18: Say Ah~
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG
Summary: Obito brings Kakashi a gift, but he is wary. Will he trust Obito enough to be subjected to his cooking?
Kakashi had expected Obito to stop by earlier, but was not surprised when he showed up three hours late. Obito was usually late, and since they’d started dating, that hadn’t changed. The only thing that had changed was Kakashi’s attitude towards Obito being late. What was once an annoying habit was now almost endearing. Kakashi hated to admit it, but it added to his friend’s charm.
When he heard the knock at the door, Kakashi shook his head, and went for it. He knew that Obito would be there, waiting with another excuse on his lips. Opening the door, Kakashi was about to make some comment about rules and being late, but stopped short at seeing a box in Obito’s hands.
“You’re late,” Kakashi said. The box was intriguing. He could tell it was the type of box that nicer families kept special lunches in.
“I know. I brought a present,” he said, grinning. “Actually, that’s why I was late. I was making this for you.” He offered Kakashi the three tiered, lacquered box, and grinned.
“You made me a box?” Kakashi asked. Obito rolled his eyes at the smirk on his friend’s face.
“No, you jerk,” he said. “I made what’s inside. Let me in?”
With a roll of the eyes, Kakashi stepped aside, letting Obito into the entrance way and waiting for him to take off his shoes. Obito stepped inside and grabbed the box from Kakashi, and ran towards the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?” Kakashi asked, chasing after him. As Kakashi stepped into the kitchen, he saw Obito pouring water into a kettle.
“I’m making us tea,” Obito said. “I thought it would go well with the stuff I brought. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I was waiting for you, actually,” Kakashi said.
Obito grinned. “Awesome! Cause I brought you dinner.”
“What?”
“I made you dinner!” Obito said.
Kakashi’s face sank in despair. He saw the scowl on Obito’s face and knew that his friend was not pleased, but the thought of eating Obito’s cooking was terrifying. He hadn’t realized what Obito had meant by having made what was in the box, and now he was frightened. Memories of Obito’s past attempts at cooking made his stomach churn in fear. The box had looked so innocent before, pretty if not a little ostentatious. Now it looked like an imposing enemy.
“Would it make you feel better to know that Rin helped?” he asked. Kakashi reluctantly nodded. He could see that he’d injured his friend’s feelings, but Obito could not cook. He’d spent his entire life with a family of women who could gut and cook fish as easily as they could gut a man. Obito never had reason to learn to cook.
“Is my cooking that bad?” Obito asked. Kakashi felt guilty, the look on Obito’s face mirrored the look of an injured puppy.
“Ah. Well, it’s not . . . Obito, you don’t cook,” Kakashi said, attempting to be gentle. “Remember how you tried and nearly set sensei on fire?”
“That . . . that was because I . . . ohh crap. Point made,” Obito muttered. He sighed. “All right, I did do this on my own. But Rin made sure that I kept an eye on everything. I know I’m not good but I think it turned out pretty well.” Obito opened the lid of the top tier, and set it down. Kakashi was impressed by the savory smell of fish that entered the kitchen.
“Is that . . . Did you make eel?” he asked. Obito nodded. Kakashi’s mouth watered despite his apprehension. He couldn’t resist eel.
“Yeah! Broiled eel. Rin said that it was your favorite,” he said. “You should like the next layer too. I think.” Obito carefully lifted the top tier off, and set it down on the kitchen table. Kakashi looked into the box, and paled.
“What is that?”
“Well, okay. I see the look on your face and I can’t blame you,” he said. “But you really ought to try it.”
Kakashi raised his eyebrow, and Obito sighed. “No, really Kakashi! I wouldn’t have brought any food here that I thought you’d dislike! They just look ugly, but I swear I—”
“What are they?” Kakashi asked.
“Huh?”
“I mean, what did you mutilated into looking like old, soggy vegetables, covered in some bleak looking sauce?”
Obito groaned. “It’s eggplant cooked in miso with a miso paste. There’s some tofu in there too because I thought it might taste nice.” Obito’s face looked unhappy, and Kakashi felt bad that he was being so wary. “Really, it tastes good! Rin said it looked horrible but that it still tasted okay.”
“So, is it good or just okay?” Kakashi asked.
“Oh will you just try it?” Obito asked. Kakashi laughed at his friend and nodded.
“All right, I’ll try it.”
Obito grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a piece of eggplant. Kakashi allowed Obito to pull down his mask, and tried not to grimace as the vegetable hovered near his mouth. Obito sighed, and rolled his eyes. “You have to say ahh,” Obito said.
“Why?”
“Because that is what people say when they are being fed by a loved one,” Obito replied.
“So you’re a loved one?”
“I thought I was!” Kakashi laughed at the sulky tone in Obito’s voice. Obito frowned again.
“You are,” Kakahi said, grinning bak at Obito. “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”
“Gee, thanks,” Obito said. He sighed. Rolling his eyes, Kakashi opened his mouth.
“Ahh?” Kakashi said. Obito grinned, and carefully placed the eggplant in Kakashi’s mouth. Kakashi chewed the vegetable thoughtfully before swallowing it.
“Tastes good,” Kakashi said. “I’m surprised. It really does look like crap.”
“Gee, thanks,” Obito replied, glowering. Kakashi sighed.
“Don’t give me that look,” Kakashi said. “Come on, this is the saddest looking eggplant I’ve ever seen. How did you even cook it?”
“In a miso broth,” Obito said. “Does it matter? It came out okay, right?”
“I’ve had worse,” Kakashi said. Obito just sighed.
“You’re impossible, you know that?” Obito said. Kakashi just shrugged.
“What’s in the last section?” Kakashi asked, trying to change the subject.
Obito grinned. “Ninja dogs.”
“What!”
Obito laughed, and patted Kakashi’s shoulder. “You want to see?”
“I’m actually quite afraid to,” Kakashi said. “Ninja dogs? Really?”
“Well, you’ll see,” Obito said, raising up the lid. “Not really ninja dogs. More like ninja rabbits that are supposed to be dogs.”
Kakashi peered inside the box, and laughed. Obito had cut little apple wedges in the shapes of rabbits, and somehow carved a little scarecrow face into each one. He glanced at Obito’s fingers, and smiled when he noticed the bandages. “You really went all out on this, didn’t you?”
“Ahhh. You saw my fingers,” he said, holding them up and laughing. “Guilty as charged. Rin told me it was ridiculous, but you know me. The more ridiculous something is, the more I think I have to do it.”
“You shouldn’t have injured yourself to do it,” Kakashi said. “As a shinobi, you do need all of your fingers.”
“Yeah well, they’re only little cuts. Nothing that’ll last.”
Kakashi shook his head. “Obito. Why would you do this? Not that I don’t apperciate it,” he said, hastily trying to salvage Obito’s mood. “It’s . . . very nice. I just don’t understand why—”
“I just wanted to do something nice,” Obito said. “We’ve been dating for a few weeks, and I wanted you to know that I care about you in a way that isn’t just, uh. You know. Physical.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, and stepped towards his friend. “You’ve already been nice. You don’t have to do anything else.”
“That’s the whole point. I don’t have to. I just want to,” Obito said, grinning. “Now open up, and let me feed you this apple.”
“If I must.” Kakashi grinned and opened his mouth. The apple was sweet and slightly salty from the salt Obito had sprinkled on, to keep the slices from browning. It was light, and somehow made the apple taste even sweeter. Swallowing, Kakashi closed his eyes and leaned forward for the next piece. Instead, his mouth met Obito’s lips. Kakashi opened his eyes in surprise, shutting them again and leaning into the kiss. He felt Obito’s arm slip around his waist, keeping him close.
“Just being nice to be nice, huh?” Kakashi murmured. Obito chuckled, and popped the rest of the apple into his mouth. He grinned as he chewed, waiting politely until he was finished swallowing to speak.
“Well, maybe I did have an ulterior motive to kiss you senseless and make you smile,” Obito replied, nosing his friend. “But you know, it really was just because I wanted to make you happy.”
“And if you not kissing me made me happy?”
“You break my heart, Kakashi,” Obito said, pouting. “But if that’s what you want . . .” Obito stepped away, laughing when Kakashi grabbed his arms and pulled him back, hard, and kissed him.
“Lucky for you,” Kakashi said, leaning in close to Obito, “Kissing you is the only thing that makes me happy.”
“Oh?” Obito said, lips parted slightly as they kissed again. “I‘m gonna have to work on making you happy in other ways.” Kakashi shivered slightly as Obito’s hand pressed against the lowest part of his back, keeping them very close. His eyelids dropped down, smiling softly as his lips brushed against Obito’s as they talked.
“I’ll look forward to it.” Kakashi said.