Yukimura closed back his apartment door with a heavy sigh, Mattsun's yelling still ringing in his ears. The pair had clashed again over who's apartment to cook in. Of course, Yukki had lost, but that didn't mean he hadn't put up a fight either. He slid to the ground, clutching his hands in his cardigan sleeve.

"He's such an idiot . . ." He murmured to himself. Sneaking a small glance over at Hotaru's apartment door. He hoped that the male hadn't heard them arguing. Yukki knew there was a chance he would have burst in, and stopping the two at once. However, tonight was a little different, as he heard no sounds coming from the apartment.

' . . Maybe he's asleep. . ' Yukki thought to himself, running his fingers through his hedgehog hair. Suddenly, as he was deep in his thoughts, he heard the door behind him open. Instinctively, he whipped around to face Mattsun, who was standing in the doorway. His face seemed a bit gentler, with a small smile looped on his lips. Yukimura's eyes widened for only a moment, he never seen him look so peaceful.

"Um. . .I'm sorry about before .. I also need some help cooking up this meat." Mattsun said sheepishly, breaking the silence between them. Yukki felt a small blush creep up his face. Mattsun never asked him to help with cooking, since he usually did it by himself. Perhaps this was his way of offering an apology.

'What an apologetic idiot. .' He said again to himself, before standing up. He brushed himself off, nervously shoving his sleeves up to his wrist.

"Sure, I'll help . . ." He half-agreed, beginning to dart past Mattsun into the apartment. Mattsun raised a brow, but thought nothing more as he closed the door behind them. Following the raven to the kitchen, he said aloud, in hopes of making conversation,

"I wish Hotaru could have joined us." A small sigh emitted from his lips as he glanced over at Yukimura.

"I believe Tachibana-kun is asleep. . ." Yukki responded, swiftly adverting Mattsun's gaze.

Something that sounded like, 'that's too bad' came from Mattsun as he turned the stove-top on low. Seasoning the meats, he expertly diced some peppers to put into the pan. The hedgehog-haired male could only watch in awe as he saw how good Mattsun was at cooking. As for him, he could neither cook or clean, so it was helpful to have someone like him around.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Mattsun darted his crystallized, blue eyes at him.

Yukki hesitantly agreed as he nodded at him. Mattsun then motioned for him to come closer. Yukimura awkwardly shuffled onto his left side, staring down at the pan. It sizzled and crackled a little, oozing out some grease.

"I..It smells tasty." A smile coated his lips as he sniffed the aroma seeping from it. Mattsun smiled approvingly, happy that Yukki enjoyed his cooking.

"Here, grab onto the handle . ." He told Yukki, turning the pan so that the handle was facing him. Yukki latched on, his fingers a little loose. The meat crackled more, emitting a small gasp from him.

"Haha, don't worry! I won't let it burn you." He laughed a bit at his reaction. He slowly placed his hand on top of Yukki's, lacing his fingers on the handle as well. Yukimura squeaked a little as a blush bloomed on his entire face. He looked up at Mattsun for guidance, Mattsun returned it as he cautiously moved the pan back and forth.

"See? You're starting to get it now!" He exclaimed, looking back at Yukki. The bespectacled artist only nodded, looking away from him. The hardness of the handle, and Mattsun's soft hand only made him more tense.

Instantly, as he was too focused on his own thoughts, the pan made a loud sizzle. Some grease flew out and struck him on the open part of his shirt.

"Ouch. . !" He cried out, jumping away from the pan.

{End of chapter 1! Hopefully Yukki will be okay. ;-;}