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Happy Life: Quirky Cooking

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~1.4k Rating: K AU: Angelic? Time Frame: Sometime during their college years. Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: Had notes on this for a while now, and for some reason, a post about TsubaHono catalyzed the rest.

Takes place sometime post-canon. No idea even how old they are at this point; college’ish, maybe? Perhaps I’ll revisit this after LLSS Season 2 airs and add more details about the time and/or setting.

Yoshiko opened her eyes slowly. Turning her head, she immediately squeezed them shut again. “Ughn…” she groaned as her eyelids were unable to fully shield her from the deadly laser shining through the bedroom window and red splayed out across her vision. Draping an arm across her eyes helped a little before she rolled over and away from the light.

What time is it? Yoshiko reluctantly opened her eyes just enough to catch sight of alarm clock. She sneered when she noticed the time. As much as she wanted to stay in bed longer and continue to shun the sun’s very existence, her day-dwelling little demons had plans this morning.

Sitting up with a yawn, the blue-haired girl started to stretch. She shifted her shoulders swiftly to the side and giggled as her spine did its best to mimic the sound of a machine gun. Cocking her head, she finished the job with the last few discs in her neck. Next, she intertwined her fingers to crack the joints there, then continued with movements to catch her elbows and knees as well.

Lastly, she spread her arms wide and back to push her shoulder blades together before moving her arms forward and pulling her shoulder blades apart. She repeated this process several times in an effort to loosen knots that always seemed to form on her back, between her shoulders, as if reacting to wings that were no longer there. At least that’s what she liked to think.

The first part of her morning routine complete, Yoshiko was just starting to feel awake. As such, her other senses started to kick in, and the first thing she noticed was a pleasant smell. Food. Someone was cooking. A smile came to her lips as she slid out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. She came to a halt as she rounded the corner and caught sight of a lovely redhead standing by the stove. Her smile grew wider as she continued to stare, unabashedly.

Angelic.

Though Yoshiko still held on to her fallen angel persona and liked to call her friends her little demons, she hadn’t referred to one, in particular, as a demon for several years. Because Riko was an angel. Her angel. And there were many times, Yoshiko almost believed it was literally true, that the older girl was actually a heavenly creature sent down to the mortal realm to be with her, like some sort of divine apology for letting her fall. Of course, such a thing was impossible, but it made for a nice thought.

Finally, after staring for who knew how many minutes, Yoshiko decided that simply seeing wasn’t enough. Slowly, she moved towards her humming girlfriend until she was right behind her.

Riko jumped a little, surprised by the arms that wrapped around her waist. “Good morning, Yocchan.” She said, relaxing into the embrace. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yohane always sleeps well when Riri is with her.” Came a quiet reply, nowhere near the volume the younger girl generally reached. But it was still early in the day and both knew Yoshiko was not a morning person.

Riko smiled at the sentiment, as she felt the same. Since the two of them started sharing a bed, she had slept better than ever before. For a moment, she contented herself with the contact, but eventually she remembered the task at hand. She opened her eyes and returned her attention to the pan in front of her.

“Chika-chan and You-chan will be here shortly.” Riko spoke up. “But you should still have enough time to get ready.”

At the mention of the former school idol group leader’s name, Yoshiko felt a pang of something she had tried to bury for years, but had never fully succeeded. She knew it was foolish, but she couldn’t help it. Acting on impulse, Yoshiko suddenly tightened her embrace and started swaying back and forth, pulling her girlfriend along.

“Y-Yocchan!?” Riko questioned, trying to hold herself steady. “W-what are you doing?”

“Yohane demands her morning kiss from her Riri!” Yoshiko intoned, trying to turn the other girl around in her arms.

“I’m busy right now, and if I don’t pay att… ah!” The redhead cut off with a gasp as teeth scraped across the nape of her neck, sending a decidedly delightful sensation down her spine.

Giving in to her own desires, Riko turned, grabbed her girlfriend’s cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. Yoshiko responded instantly, reaching up to wrap her arms around the taller girl’s neck. Unbeknownst to either, when Yoshiko pushed Riko back, they bumped a knob on the stove, which turned up the heat on the burner. After a little while, a strange smell caught the attention of the pair.

Riko’s eyes snapped open as she peeled away from the kiss in a panic. Wrenching herself free from Yoshiko’s embrace, she turned back towards the stove to find the food she had been preparing to be far darker than it should be. Quickly, she grabbed the pan handle and dragged it off the heat before turning the knob to the off position.

“Yoshiko.” The redhead said sternly, causing the blue-haired girl behind her to flinch, though more at the name being used than the tone. “What have I told you about distracting me while I’m cooking?”

“Uhm…” Yoshiko fumbled for words as she backed a few steps away from her angry girlfriend. She knew the answer, but found herself unable to give it.

Riko sighed. “What am I going to do with you?” Her voice softened again. She was partly to blame for the situation as well, so she knew she couldn’t take it all out on the younger girl.

“I’ll still eat it…” Yoshiko offered quietly.

“I know you will.” Riko chuckled and shook her head. “You know sometimes I think you do that kind of stuff on purpose.”

Yoshiko stiffened.

Riko blinked. “Don’t tell me…”

The shorter girl looked up with a sheepish smile.

“Yocchan…” the redhead returned to using her favored nickname. “Why?” Deities knew Riko was clumsy enough to make plenty of mistakes while cooking, without additional distractions. The only thing preventing all that food from being wasted was her girlfriend’s eclectic tastes that allowed her to eat, and even enjoy, everything she had destroyed.

“Because it’s the only way I can make sure I don’t have to share Riri.” The blue-haired girl mumbled.

“Share me?”

“You’re cooking!” Now Yoshiko was definitely panicking. “I meant I didn’t want to have to share Riri’s cooking!”

Riko bit her lip to keep from laughing, but ended up snorting through her nose instead. At the sight of her girlfriend’s pained expression, she stepped forward to close the distance between them. She reached out and pulled Yoshiko into a tight hug.

“Well you’re going to have to share my cooking one way or another.” She said softly, resting her chin on the other girl’s shoulder. “But, I’m more than happy to make something special for you whenever you want.” She smiled as her girlfriend returned the hug. “And one of us is going to have to make something palatable for our guests. I think we both know that’s going to have to be me.”

“I suppose…”

Riko laughed lightly. “But you’ll never have to share me, Yocchan.” She nuzzled her cheek against Yoshiko’s before pulling away to make sure she had eye contact. “I’m yours. Happily.”

“And Yohane belongs to Riri.” Yoshiko replied with a small smile.

“That you do.” Riko said, pecking a quick kiss on the other girl’s lips. “Now go get ready. You know those two are going to be late, but I still need to start over on breakfast.”

“Sorry…”

“And I hope you’re hungry, because as you can see there is a lot in that pan.”

“If Riri makes it, Yohane will eat it!” Yoshiko declared proudly.

“I know.”

“Worry not, my fair maiden.” Yoshiko’s voice dropped low. “Your fallen angel, Yohane, will return to you momentarily. But should you need her sooner, just summon Yohane and she will surely appear by your side.”

“Will do.” Riko laughed, glad to see her girlfriend returning to her happy self.

Satisfied with the reply, Yoshiko grinned before turning and hurrying towards the bedroom.

“I love you, Yocchan!” Riko called after the departing girl.

“I love you too, Riri!” Yoshiko echoed back from down the hall.

Author’s Note Continued: Yoshiko’s morning routine is borrowed from that of an individual I used to date. Their spine cracking sounding like a machine gun was a joke between us because it was loud enough that there were mornings that I did not need an alarm clock. I haven’t decided how I want Riko to react to this just yet, so I didn’t have her in bed this time to witness it.

Part of this scene is also lifted from my own HtHaN’s scene, Morning, which is itself inspired by many other similar scenes, both in fan and professional works. As I continue to write both HtHaN and HL, I will undoubtedly reuse ideas between them, to see how the different couples handle similar situations. Plus, I can get that much more use out of the same spark of inspiration. And if Hollywood can recycle its own content, so can I. ^_^

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