A/N: Junjou Terrorist (Miyagi/Shinobu) - 30: “Why did you think that was a good idea?” – Yeeeyy I got two prompts for these two and I decided to write this one first, I loooove Junjou Terrorist! They are so cuuute and I’m assuming Shinobu is a lovely ticklish little baby;D Thnx for the prompt @kuroo187 ,hope you like it!
Summary: Shinobu again performs his cooking skills of hell, this time nearly burning the place down. Miyagi can’t watch it anymore and decides to take the cooking matter into own hands, even if it needs a little force.
Word Count: 1475
‘Do not interfere… Trust him with this…’ Those were the thoughts that ran through Miyagi’s mind as he sat on the couch, looking at the mess in his kitchen in horror.
His complaints about Shinobu’s simple and repetitive vegetable-dishes had resulted in frantic grocery shopping and a big meal Shinobu wanted to prove himself with. Pasta, meat. How hard could it be…?
“Are you sure you don’t need a hand?” Miyagi asked with worry.
“I’m alright here!” Shinobu said breathlessly as he turned on the stove, and he filled one of the frying pans with oil and roughly placed it on the stove. This wasn’t going well.
“I don’t think you’re -” Just as Miyagi stood up, Shinobu threw all of the vegetables he just washed straight into the sputtering oil, and a fire lit up.
“Woah!” Shinobu yelled in shock, and he quickly carried the frying pan towards the sink.
“Shinobu, no!” Miyagi ran over, but Shinobu already tried to spray water over the fire, causing an even bigger fire, and the poor guy cried out at this. Miyagi grabbed the frying pan, pushed Shinobu out of the way and quickly grabbed one of the other frying pans and used it to cover the fire, extinguishing it.
They both panted, and Miyagi dumped the pathetic frying pan and burnt food in the sink. He then turned his head slowly, glaring at Shinobu who sat on the floor from his push earlier.
“Why…. Why did you think that was a good idea?” Miyagi sighed at the teen, and Shinobu blushed.
“Ehh..” he started, and he sweated a little.
“Never ever throw water on a fire like that!” Miyagi scolded, and Shinobu lowered his head in shame.
“Y-yeah..” Miyagi was worried to death Shinobu might have gotten hurt, but when the brunet lifted his head and made an awkward giggly noise, he sighed in relief.
“So you’re okay?” he asked, and Shinobu nodded and got back to his feet.
“Yeah,” he said, and he wiped his clothes and returned to the stove.
“Heyeyey wait wait!” Miyagi grabbed Shinobu’s hand, making the stubborn teen look up in surprise.
“What? It won’t happen again,” Shinobu said, and Miyagi looked at the remaining food. No way would he let him ruin that too.
“Nope nope nope! I don’t agree, you’ll let me do it now.” Hearing this, Shinobu pouted and pulled his hand free from his lover’s grip.
“No I won’t!” he yelled, and he returned to his precious food, oblivious of the reason why Miyagi was suddenly searching through the drawers and cupboards.
“I promise this time I’ll – aaaahh!” Shinobu struggled when Miyagi dragged him away from the stove, and one of his arms got hoisted over his head.
“I’d rather die before I let you endanger our lives again! You watch. I cook,” Miyagi growled, and he grabbed Shinobu’s hand firmly and taped it against the knob of one of the top cupboards, effectively trapping his hand above his head.
“Hey! Miyagi, you can’t do this!” Shinobu protested, bending his arm a little and pulling, but he was pretty damn stuck there.
“Seems like I can though. And now be quiet and watch how cooking is done,” Miyagi commanded, and Shinobu blushed. He tried to use his free hand to pull off the tape, but some painful minutes later he was still immobile.
Helplessly trapped by the cupboard, he watched how Miyagi peacefully resumed his failed cooking. The handsome older man cleaned after his mess, cut some of the leftover vegetables, opened up a new package of meat and boiled the pasta. Eventually, a deliciously smelling sauce was simmering on the stove, and Shinobu sniffed hungrily.
“There. Much better right?” Miyagi said, returning to his adorable boyfriend who had become silent during his charming cooking activities.
“B-bastard…” Shinobu mumbled, embarrassed because he failed to free himself and remained stuck, and he gave a lazy tug at his arm. This only opened and closed the cupboard door, and Miyagi laughed.
“Bastard you say huh? After I did this much to clean after your mess?” he laughed, and he wrapped his arms around Shinobu’s petite frame and squeezed his ribs teasingly.
“Wooohhaha h-hey don’t do that!” Shinobu blushed at the spontaneous laughter that escaped his lips, and he tried to push Miyagi away with his free hand, but Miyagi simply smirked and continued to tickle him.
“Why not? The sauce needs to simmer for at least ten minutes. Gotta find ourselves some entertainment while we wait huh?” he teased, and Shinobu squirmed when he increased the squeezes, up and down his sides and especially lingering on his ribs.
“Pfwhaaha oursehehelves? Y-you’re the only one w-who likes thihihis!” Shinobu giggled, and he shook his head and repeatedly tugged at his trapped arm, banging the cupboard door loudly.
“Nahh, you do too,” Miyagi said, and he moved one hand up to pin Shinobu’s hand against the cupboard to keep him from banging the door in his struggles.
“See? You’re laughing.” Using his free hand, Miyagi dug his fingers in Shinobu’s exposed armpit, making his precious boyfriend squeal and laugh hysterically.