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Yūjin sighed as he set down many papers on his desk, only less than halfway through his work. Working tirelessly through papers without breaks and skipping meals was still a fruitless job for such a doctor with many clients.
It was about time he was to take a break, if he wasn’t already losing his mind. However, the guilt of leaving behind much work for a simple breather was not worth the trouble.
That is, until, Sherlock burst in and completely disoriented the working atmosphere in Yūjin’s office, making papers fly everywhere as the great detective slammed his hands onto the table in an overly carefree manner.
“Mikotoba! I must enquire you of something!”
"Whatever that might that be, my dear Holmes?"
Sherlock paused, as if he was taking a moment to reveal something great. Then he simply leaned forward, waving his hands in a rather pleading motion. "...Perhaps you would teach me how to cook."
Blinking once, then twice, Yūjin stared back at his partner in disbelief.
Had Holmes not been sleeping enough? Maybe something had gotten into his morning tea. Either case, Yūjin couldn't have known why he had gotten into such a mood. After all, he was the one to cook in the house as Sherlock's not-so-miraculous attempt to make breakfast once nearly set the house on fire. Said attempt left the latter dejected and unallowed to enter the kitchen for an extended period of time.
"Ah... may I ask why you wish to cook in the first place?"
Sherlock sighed, his hand atop his head and eyes lowered. "Well, I just think it would be most necessary for a great detective like me to re-learn an art such as cooking for the sake of love."
Love...?
Yūjin had to think over it. Why yes, his partner was at the age where he was most likely to be infatuated with a fair lady.
No, infatuation was the wrong word. Love is what Sherlock had said, being rather serious about the matter.
"Now, I know what you are worrying of. I promise to listen and follow up with the best of my abilities! After all, isn't it wonderful? Teaching me to cook would be wonderful experience for you, Mikotoba!" Sherlock held up a finger as if to stress his point, sweat trickling down his forehead and pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe he really did want to do this.
His flabbergasted partner slowly put the other's finger down, collecting his thoughts. "Why, if you promise that... I'm sure that I can arrange a time sooner or later."
Immediately there was a commotion once again, Sherlock gripping Yūjin's shoulders and staring at him in astonishment with an endless string of "thank-you's".
Much to the detective's enthusiam, Yūjin inwardly hoped that this love was just another one of Sherlock's outbursting emotions.
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