First Cook (Aoi - The GazettE) Oneshot

Your POV

You lifted your hands to your ears only to put back strands of hair behind them then taking a band putting your hair into a ponytail. A smile formed from your lip as you started putting on your apron and coming to the wash area and began washing your hands first, then grabbing lettuce on the other side and started rubbing it to wash off all the dirt. Suddenly, a familiar atmosphere was forming in the large kitchen room; gasps escaped all the girl’s mouths and stared at what was coming to the very end of the room. You sighed quietly to yourself and rolled your eyes with a half smile, you absolutely knew what was coming behind you.

“Aoi cut the crap. I know you’re behind me.” You said indifferently and continued washing the last vegetable in your hand. You turned around to see Aoi with his hands raised up high with his fingers crawled as if he were to turn into a monster with an awkward expression plastered onto his face.

“You’re an idiot you know that?” you stated. All girls in the room laughed as they saw his failed attempt to scare you. He lowered one of his arms and the other itch the back of his head and formed a smile on his lips.

“Aw, ___ (Name) you’re no fun.” He laughed; you shook your head and smiled as well and lightly punched him on the arm.

“You’re not supposed to be here you know? This is the cooking class, Girls only!” you said, he shrugged as an answer. “I don’t care, blame my nose; I smelled something good coming from this room.” he came to the large boiling pot and opened the lid as large garble of steam came flying out. He sniffed the hot chicken broth and closed the lid while he still had that goofy smile of his plastered to his lips.

“You know, I love this room” he commented. Your arms folded across your chest and your foot began to tapping. You knew where he was getting at. He looked at you with a confused expression; he came close to you and poked you onto the forehead. “What’s wrong ___(name)-Chan?”

You started to point at the door, “You’ll get in trouble if you stay here any longer. In matter in fact, I’LL GET EVEN BIGGER TROUBLE!” you pushed him towards the exit making a scene in the room; all the girls gave wither funny looks or admirable faces.

“Aw! No! I don’t wanna!” Aoi whined like a child as he held onto the door wall. “No! Now get!” you yelled at him pushing him harder. “No! Not until you say yes!” he blabbed out suddenly, making all the girls in the room face their heads towards us. You gave up and once again crossed your arms. You furrowed your brows in annoyance.

“Please ___. Just this once? For me? c’mon!” he begged with puppy eyes while biting his bottom lip never taking his eyes off yours. In the background, there were constant stares and whispers, you sighed and rubbed your temples. “Fine. Jeezes Aoi. But only this once, and then you have to promise me you’ll never pester me about this again!” you whispered harshly on the last sentence glaring at him. His eyes lit up and his smiled turned into a grin.

“REALLY?! FINALLY! ARIGATO!” he literally screamed making more stares coming our way. “SHH! QUIET! You’re creating a distraction to the whole class!” you hissed at him.“Oh sorry!” he whispered. “Okay meet me after school so we can get started!” he smiled and walked away and went down stairs,

“Oh and don’t worry, I won’t be the one begging anymore. You will.” He saluted to you and disappeared. Your head tilted in confusion. ‘How did I ever get into this situation?’ you thought to yourself, “He’s so annoying” you said, but really, that wasn’t how you really felt about him. You smiled and continued to do your cooking in class.

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STOP! You’re (reader) probably wondering: “WHAT ON EARTH JUST HAPPENED?” Well to cut things short, Aoi just had now finally persuaded you to cook an evening meal for him. You and Aoi are 17 year old high school students at ___ (Name of HS) and practically you guys are best friends, but people at school see it more than just ‘friends’ they definitely admire you both. Seeing as it is, you’re secretly in love with him! But you tend not to tell because, well, you’re afraid that your friendship will be ruined.

Okay now let’s get back to the story!~

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Flashback

Just like every Friday afternoons, you’d go to your cooking class and prepare yourself to make a whole bunch of delicious foods. It was the only class that you enjoyed, especially when you make the food, it comes out right and delicious. By the time Aoi had found out you were in one, that’s when things got technical.

“___ (name)-Chan” he called out your name while you both were walking home together afterschool like always.

“Hm?” you sounded, not looking at him though, instead looking through some pages in your study book. “Can you cook?” he asked, surprised you looked up at him, “Um no. Why?” you lied.

“Liar” he came in front of you and made you stop. “I saw you today cooking in the school’s kitchen with everybody else there.” he said. “Are you a good cook?” he asked.

“Umm, no…” you answered. “Liar.” he said once again, “I heard from people in that class that you’re the best one” he snickered. You widened your eyes, “Why this all of a sudden?” You asked. He smiled as he took your study book from your hand and continued walking.

“There’s nothing sudden about it and nothing surprising either, I just want you to make me dinner one day” he said. “I want to see how good it really is.” Your eyes relaxed a bit, a small smile formed. Then, you pursed your lips at him and without hesitating you simply said, “No.” and snatched back your book before walking past him.

A sudden change in Aoi’s expression seemed to have gone disrupted, it wasn’t the answer he was hoping to get. “No?! Why not?” he whined “Please ___-Chan?” he suddenly paced himself next to you with a disappointed face.

“No.” you said again with an indifferent tone and continued walking. He clasped his hands together and puckered his bottom lip out. “Please? Pretty please?” he begged

“N.O. no” you said again. He suddenly cut you off in front and placed his hands on either side of your hips. Quickly you placed the book between the both of you and looked down and blushed madly realizing how close you two were. You started to quiver. He stared deep into your eyes as you stared at his.

“___-Chan, please, will you make me dinner?” he asked once more. You looked away and shook your head, “No, and your getting me mad, so please drop It.” you tried breaking out of his arms, but he held tighter and rested his forehead onto yours.

“Fine, I’ll let you go for today, but I swear, I will make you cook me dinner one day, no matter how hard or long it takes.” He snickered. Heat started to rise even more to your cheeks.

“Aoi let go… its embarrassing. Everybody is looking.” You pushed him off and walked faster. From behind, there was a grin creasing onto his lips.

“Aw, is ___-Chan embarrassed?!” he teased coming next to you and hugged you tightly. “Ahh stop it!” you complained.

End of Flash Back

Since then, Aoi has come into the cooking class every Friday begging for you to cook him dinner, causing a whole commotion in the class. Sometimes he’d grab a chair and examines you quietly as you cook, which kind of freaked you out, and even when he’d be kicked out of the class, he’d always stands by the window and stares with a pouting expression. And to be honest, even if it was a pain in the for you to bear his begging every day, you were quite happy for his persistent attitude.

Now that he’s finally burst your bubble, you finally agreed in making his dinner for tonight. The both of you two were our grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, the problem was, Aoi didn’t seem like giving you a straight forward answer on what he wanted to eat for dinner.

“Aoi, how am I going to cook you dinner if you don’t answer me what you want to eat?” you said.

“Well, what do you know how to cook?” he asked, you gave some thought to process your head.

“Well, I can make okonomiyaki, Domburi, and Kare Raisu… Oh and Momiji manju” you listed. Suddenly, he slowly turned his body around towards you with a glam spark in his eyes.

“You know how to make Momiji Manju?!” he said with love. “Let’s eat that then!”

“b-but, it’s for dessert only, you can have that after you eat a real food dinner.” You said, “Fine, let’s eat Okonomuyaki then” he said.

Fast forward

After forcing he to pay all the ingredients, you guys came to his house when his parents were away and got started. You pulled your hair back into a pony tail and washed your hand before you started cutting the vegetables. In the mean time, Aoi leaned his hands onto the edge of the counter and examined you closely, VERY closely. Then a smile creased

“Make sure you don’t cut off your finger” he joked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” you assured, cutting all the vegetables you threw it into the frying pan and poured a dough like mixture in. After a minute or two, the tall man leaned over to your shoulder to look at the food being fried. Warmth fills your cheeks; you could feel his warm breath him your cheek then down to your neck slightly, making you shiver.

“It’s starting to smell really good.” He sniffed, when this was too much for you, you shifted away from him pretending to look for something. “What you looking for?” he asked.

“Just some spices that we bought…hmm now where is—I found--!”

“You mean th--”

You both yelled, but in realization, both of your guy’s hands brushed against each others as you guys reached for the small container of spice. Quickly, you grabbed the container and shook a little bit into the fry without a word coming from you. There was a tingle from your body that sparked. ‘Why is he doing this? He’s making me feel so… so… my heart, its beating really fast. I think I might die.’ You thought in the process.

Aoi’s POV

I noticed her cheeks were turning superbly red; I love it, all embarrassed and shy. She’s absolutely cute that way. I have finally got her to make me dinner for me, not only to make sure that she was a good cook, but most of all, I wanted to tell her how I felt about her. And I can’t wait, throughout these years, I just can’t.

I wrapped my arms around her, “___-Chan, is it done yet? I’m extremely hungry.” I said. I felt her body tense up, she removed my arms from her and walked over to the draws and pulled out some utensils and handed them to me.

“Go make yourself useful and set the table” she sticks her tongue out to me and then smiled, returning to her cooking. I did what I was told, and within 3 minutes all the table wares were all set. Finally, the dishes were filled with mouth watering feast on the table as well as the momiji manju sweets. It was amazing. I took a few bites, “HOT!” I half screamed and blew cold air onto the food. I heard her chucking and smiling.

“You idiot, of course it’s hot, it was just made.” She laughed.

Boom-boom…boom-boom…boom-boom my heart beated fast, just a simple laugh and smile from her makes me go crazy. Before I could hide the fact I was smiling she looked at me with a grin. I took the napkin next to me and wiped the remaining stains on the sides of my mouth.

“Okay I admit, your food is amazing!” I commented, she simply smiled and bowed her head slightly. “Thanks” she said. She’s absolutely beautiful; I think it’s almost time.

Your POV

You noticed he’s had been staring at you for the pass 15 minutes of dinner only touching his food at least 8 -10 times. You took the last bite of the last scrap of food on your plate and wiped your mouth with a clean napkin and sat there quietly. You glanced up once then looked back down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing it’s just… What’s on your mind?” you asked shyly. The sound on coming footsteps filled the atmosphere, one step coming closer and closer to you. A warm touch came to your chin and lifted your face close to Aoi’s .

“You want to know what’s going on in my mind?” he said

Aoi’s POV

I could tell she was listening very closely as her eyes focused onto mine the whole time. Gently, I pushed back some of her hair behind the ears and got to the point.

“___-Chan, I know we’ve been friends for a long time now, and I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship but…” I paused.

“I like you… ” I said. She smiled and hugged me, “aw, I like you too Aoi! You’re my best friend in the whole entire world! Why would it hurt our friendship?” she said. I made a frown; I guess she didn’t quite get it. I then gently pushed her away and gave her the most serious looks I could possibly give her.

“I meant that… I like you a lot… I love you ___” I confessed.

Your POV

You sat there frozen, knowing there was a 100% chance that for sure that your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes widen slightly at his comment, and left your mouth slightly gaped. Aoi lowered his head.

“I just ed up the friendship didn’t I?” he said. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.”

“No” your hands cupped his face, with a warm smile you leaned in to press his lips onto yours. “I feel the same way too, I love you” you confessed back “I’ve always wanted to cook you dinner too.”

He tilted his head with slight wide eyes. “Then why did you keep---”

“Because I thought my cooking wasn’t good enough yet, so I decided to have more practice more.” You answered. “I wanted you to be satisfied”

He creased a smile, coming in closer he aimed for another kiss. “Well I think you’ve accomplished that very well.” He said. “Will you go out with me?”

“Yes, of course” you nodded.

“Will you cook dinner for me?” he grinned,

“Fine, but only if you clean all the dishes every time I cook” you pointed out chuckling.

“It’s a deal” he said with a grin he jumped up and hugged you.

Fast Forward 3rd POV

“Daddy I have a question” a little girl that was the age of 4 asked her father who now became the guitarist in the famous band “The GazettE”. Aoi smiled wiping his hands with a small cloth in his hands and kneeled down to his daughter’s height.

“And I’ve got an answer” he chuckled. His daughter came to his ear and whispered, “Why do you do the dishes every night after mommy cooks?” she asked. Aoi’s smile turned into a grin, “well that’s an easy question to answer” he picked up his daughter.

“You really want to know why?” He asked, his daughter quickly nodded her head. “yes yes oh please!” Aoi pointed at his wife who was folding laundry after she had just finished loading more clothes in the washer.“That’s why. Daddy loves mommy so much that I do the dishes every night.” He answered. His daughter jumped in excitement, “Then I want to help mommy too daddy! I love mommy!” she said. He put her back down as she came running to her mom and helped with the laundry. Aoi followed after and sat down helping. He placed his hand onto his wife’s swollen round belly,

“Just one more month” he said with a smile. His wife smiled as well placing her hand over his. “I know right, Oh Aoi, I love you” she said, “I love you too sweetheart” he replied back and kissed her on the head. Just one more month and there will be a new member of the Shiroyama family.

The End.