Leave It to Me
By – Hime no Ichigo

Genre: General/Romance
Rating: G
Pairings: Shinichi x Nodame
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: Nodame's hands aren't made for cooking.

Disclaimer: Nodame Cantabile is the intellectual property of Ninomiya Tomoko.

Notes: This is from Toki's prompt: "potato salad".

The only thing Chiaki remembers Nodame capable of making is onigiri, and if she stays close to a stove for longer than ten minutes, then there's something he has to be worried about—namely, the safety of their apartment. It's not that he doesn't trust her, but she has a distinctly scratched up record in the cooking department.

When he wakes up one morning and is hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, he knows his body is protesting to his strenuous schedule, and he burrows back into his pillow, attempting to fall back asleep. He feels for his bed partner, seeking comfort but only to touch empty space. It's suspicious that she is up before him, stranger still with no piano sounds, and in his worry, he struggles out of bed and stumbles towards the living room.

She's humming one of the pieces for her upcoming recital as she stirs something at the counter. No matter how soft his footsteps are, however, they can never escape her musically trained ears, and she turns around to greet him with a big smile on her face.

"Good morning, Shinichi-kun."

It's just a little devious, and Chiaki makes his way closer to her, kissing the top of her head in return. "Morning. What exactly are you doing?"

She pouts at his misgivings. "Salad for breakfast, what else?"

He doesn't know if he should take her seriously or not.

"I don't think it's supposed to look like that."

"What are you talking about, the taste is just fine! Try it!" She forces the fork into his mouth before he can protest.

Chiaki chokes, and immediately regrets not listening to his body's warnings to simply stay in bed.

- Owari -

Authoress' Notes: Heehee, Nodame's trying to be sweet and do something for Chiaki but it just won't work, sadly. ;A;