By – Hime no Ichigo

Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Pairing: DOUJOU Atsushi x KASAHARA Iku
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: Lovers' spat.

Disclaimer: Toshokan Sensou is the intellectual property of Arikawa Hiro.

Notes: This is from this week's theme: "bomb".

She is, in essence, a timed device just waiting to detonate.

Anxiously, Atsushi watches her tinker around in the kitchen of their shared apartment, taking advantage of the chance that they don't have an operation to run and can spend the evening (relatively) quietly together. He's already rejected the idea before, on more than one occasion, but she's adamant, and finally, he relents to the sidelines.


But too late, Iku turns around and her elbow knocks the handle of the pot, tipping it over. Thankfully, there's nothing inside. Iku gives him a reproachful look. "See what you made me do!"


"And here I'm trying to make dinner for you out of the goodness of my heart but noooo you have to watch over everything I do like I'm bound to make a mistake somewhere along the way. You're not my supervisor at home."

"Don't you remember what happened the last time—" He barely finishes his sentence before he completely regrets having spoken his thoughts aloud.

"You didn't even let me touch anything last time! And you were the one cooking last time!"

"...I just don't want you to get hurt."

She scoffs.

"Our profession is dangerous enough, don't you think this is an unnecessary risk?"

"I've considered and am prepared, thank you."

"Your parents entrusted you to me, Iku."

Like bombs though, there's always a safe wire to pinpoint.

She wilts at his last comment. Atsushi breathes more easily as she mumbles an apology (the years have matured her, and he's thankful).

"How about we cook together?"

- Owari -

Authoress' Notes: Married life is honestly not that much different, right?