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badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-17 05:51 pm
badly_knitted) wrote2025-05-17 05:51 pm
FAKE Triple Drabble: Can't Stand The Heat
Title: Can't Stand The Heat
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Bikky.
Rating: G
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: It’s a hot day, and Ryo can’t face cooking.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Kitchen’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Barefoot, Ryo padded into the kitchen; Bikky would be home from school soon, so he really should get dinner started. The kitchen floor tiles felt deliciously cool beneath his feet, reminding him just how hot he was; he and Dee had been on first shift, and it had only gotten hotter as the day had worn on. Now he was home he’d cooled off a little, taking a cool shower and changing into fresh clothes had helped with that, but now…
The thought of turning the stove on and cooking a full meal was suddenly unbearable. The heat would spread through the whole apartment, turning it into an oven, and the air conditioner would struggle to do more than take the edge off. But Bikky was a growing boy, he needed to eat, and Ryo knew he should be a responsible parent, make sure his boy ate a healthy diet…
He'd whip up a salad when Bikky got home, he decided as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a cold bottle of water. Then he sank to the cool tiles with his back against a cabinet and sipped his drink.
He was still sitting there when Bikky arrived home, dumping his book bag on the floor tugging his trainers off, and coming into the kitchen for a soda. He skidded to a halt, staring at his foster father.
“Ryo? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just hot, and the floor’s nice and cool.”
“Oh.” Bikky looked at the stove, frowning. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
“I don’t feel like cooking, so I thought I’d fix a salad.”
“Salad?” Bikky’s face fell, and Ryo laughed.
“You still need to eat some veggies. Thought I’d order pizza to go with it.”
That put the smile back on Bikky’s face. Kids were easily pleased.
The End
The thought of turning the stove on and cooking a full meal was suddenly unbearable. The heat would spread through the whole apartment, turning it into an oven, and the air conditioner would struggle to do more than take the edge off. But Bikky was a growing boy, he needed to eat, and Ryo knew he should be a responsible parent, make sure his boy ate a healthy diet…
He'd whip up a salad when Bikky got home, he decided as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a cold bottle of water. Then he sank to the cool tiles with his back against a cabinet and sipped his drink.
He was still sitting there when Bikky arrived home, dumping his book bag on the floor tugging his trainers off, and coming into the kitchen for a soda. He skidded to a halt, staring at his foster father.
“Ryo? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just hot, and the floor’s nice and cool.”
“Oh.” Bikky looked at the stove, frowning. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving.”
“I don’t feel like cooking, so I thought I’d fix a salad.”
“Salad?” Bikky’s face fell, and Ryo laughed.
“You still need to eat some veggies. Thought I’d order pizza to go with it.”
That put the smile back on Bikky’s face. Kids were easily pleased.
The End