100 Cinnamon
Hatsumi x Ryoki One-shot
Cinnamon.
He reminded her of cinnamon. Burning, fierce, passionate.
Ryoki.
The kitchen was sweltering hot, even sultry. Hatsumi sighed, tucking a few stray bangs behind her ears.
Cinnamon Cake Project for Ryoki has failed.
Hatsumi discovered that she was no way a good cook. And never will be. How was she going to be a 'perfect girlfriend' for him?
That is quite the mission impossible.
Dusting the cinnamon away from her apron, Hatsumi began her clean-up after the commotion she had created in her okaa-san's kitchen.
"Jeez, what happened here?"
His voice.
He's here.
Hatsumi's breath was wedged in her throat.
Ryoki? It can't be.
She turned around slowly, her eyes widening.
It is.
He had his glasses off, his eyes were more piercing than ever.
"R-ryoki! What are you doing here?" Hatsumi stammered, desperately combing her tangled hair with her fingers.
The tall boy shot a glare at her. "I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? I can appear at your doorstep whenever I want to…"
He took a few strides nearer.
"And now is the time I want to…"
That smoldering gaze again.
Hatsumi flushed, and her large eyes flitted nervously around the house.
"O-okay…"
Ryoki smiled in satisfaction.
"Good…"
He pushed her against the wall, gently. Locked his arms around her waist firmly. Leaned in close…and kissed her.
Ba-dump.
My heart…is on fire.
"Mmm…you taste like cinnamon..Hatsu.." Ryoki whispered tenderly against her skin.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
His mouth is so soft…
Hatsumi kissed him back.
"Ryoki…I tried- tried to make you cinnamon cake…" She managed to murmur in between the kisses.
He inched back from her face in surprise.
"You- you were baking for me?"
Hatsumi nodded, glancing down in shame. "But it didn't turn out the way I wanted to…so, I'm sorry but I-"
He cut off her off in mid-sentence with another kiss.
"Stupid."
More brief kisses sheltered her body.
"Ryoki…"
"You're a stupid girlfriend who can't cook for her boyfriend."
The girl was taken aback by his harsh words. She fumbled with the ends of her hair and tried to look away from his fervent stare.
"But I love you anyway, Hatsu."
Yes, he was definitely 100 percent cinnamon.