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"We probably should eat something," Sugimoto comments, as he and Ogata were lying on the floor of his apartment late at night.
"You have no food." Ogata looks at him. "I checked when I got here. You order too much takeout."
"I do not!" Sugimoto sat up and said, "I just eat everything I make."
"I saw your cartons in the trash." He says this as he's getting up.
"Why were you going through my trash?"
"Because." He says this going in the direction of the kitchen, followed by a sulking Sugimoto. "You do have basic ingredients, right?"
Sugimoto's face lights up at the idea of Ogata cooking. The other man had been working at Hijikata restaurant for years, and while his specialty is desserts, his cooking was still pretty good. The few times he had gotten to eat it when going to the restaurant, he had felt like eating a bit of heaven.
"Yes, I do!" He opens the pantry. "Here is anything you could need; there are a few more things on the cabinet and on the fridge."
"Hmm." Ogata looks through the pantry. Sugimoto looks at him hopefully and is curious about what the other man is going to make. He remembers the last time he got to eat something Ogata had made: some soup curry. The meat was so expertly cut and cooked that it felt like butter in his mouth, and the veggies gave it a perfect texture that was realized by the curry.
He was just salivating, thinking back at it.
He sat back, letting Ogata do his job, while he thought about other delicious meals the other man could be making, maybe something simple like some yakitori or any type of yakimono. He is not sure what was in his pantry, it's been a while since he has opened it…
Asking for some steamed pork buns would be too much? He could say Ogata to not include shiitake. It would mean more time to make them, but Ogata is good with pastries; he would like to make something like that more, right? Or he could just grab some eggs and do some tamagoyaki; he tasted some a few months ago and hasn’t forgotten the taste since. Omurice is also on the table with the eggs, right? Maybe Ogata would be romantic and write something on it.
It’s a bit too late for some hot pot; he would have loved to see what Ogata would put together. He knows it’s Ogata's his favorite foods, but Sugimoto had never had a chance to taste it. Ogata seems a bit reluctant with it…
It's maybe better they can’t eat that now; maybe just some udon. He thinks he has the stuff to make at least a variety; maybe curry udon? There is some curry stored somewhere; he remembers seeing it. Or some kitsune udon; he thinks he has some tofu? He would be happy with some simple udons…
Some katsudon could be nice too; they are in the winter, so something filling and hot would be perfect. Or just some ramen; he is sure there are noodles and some pork somewhere between his food.
Yes, miso ramen would be fine. Ogata knows how much he loves miso; he knows he would use it to cook for him.
"Done." Oh , he didn’t realize the other man had even started cooking, he was daydreaming for that long? He didn’t even smell what was being cooked. Looking down in front of him was...
Some cup noodles…
"What?" was all he could say, seeing the little steaming cup. Ogata sat down in front of him, his own cup noodles in his hand.
"You ok?" Ogata asks, looking at Sugimoto.
"Nothing… I just thought you were going to make some food."
"I did." Ogata points at the noodles. "I even chose the beef ones for you; I know how much you like beef."
"Yeah, I do." Sugimoto grabs the cup; it was hot. "Just, there was nothing in the pantry?"
"There was some stuff on it, but I just didn’t feel like making something elaborate. Cup noodles would do the job." He shrugs. "We can always make another one if you are still hungry."
"No, it's fine." Sugimoto says, before eating some of the noodles; they were just store-bought ones, not even something added. "They are good." Was all he could say.
"Glad you liked it." Ogata says eating his own food. "You should change the brand, though; these ones are too bland." He comments, smiling, looking at Sugimoto. If he didn’t know better, he would almost think it was innocent, but he could see the mockery on his face.
Getting his hopes up over getting some home-made food from Ogata was too much; he should have known better that the man hadn't made him any food that wasn’t the stuff he ordered at the restaurant. Even after they started dating.
Looking back at his noodles, all he can think is if it would be too petty to break up with someone over food.