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Title: Rice
Band: Plastic Tree
Pairing: Tadashi X Ryoutarou
Chapter: drabble
Rating: -/-
Genre: fluff
Notes: I want my rice cooker back (T^T) ~ inspired to write this as I had to do the dishes…





It wasn’t possible not to hear the weak sounds leaking into the rest of the apartment from underneath the kitchen door, a sound as if elves or fairies were singing, so silent but still very “there”.
Tadashi got up from where he was sitting in the sofa next to the lamp, reading a book, placing his black-rimmed glasses onto the low rectangular wooden table and moved towards where he had located the sounds coming from.
Opening the kitchen door, Ryoutarou was standing bathed in the warm light of the kitchen lamp, the window clouded with steam and Ryoutarou was crying, mumbling softly to himself while bent over the kitchen sink and eagerly scraping away on something.
Smiling, Tadashi wrapped his arms around the others’ waist and lay his head onto his shoulder.
“I want my rice cooker back…” Ryoutarou sniffled as he wiped away at his teary eyes and continued to scrape burnt rice from the bottom of the pot.