Late-Night Lemon Fright

“You’re really gonna help me do this? Like… really really? You don’t even want payment?”
“Nah, dude. Honestly if I leave you alone I worry what you’re gonna create…”

Kain’s concerned tone was evident as he raised an eyebrow at the “ingredients” that Yukiou had procured in the days before inviting Kain over to his abode. He plucked a bag of corn chips from the pile, giving a pointedly inquisitive look to the idol… but the bun just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of “I had to get the total above 100 carats to use the coupon” or some similar claim. Ohh, typical Yuki… Kain came to learn of Yuki’s unique set of quirks over the time the two have come to know each other, so this came as no surprise.

Now, how DID a simple handyman of a Church-ish nature come to be on friendly terms with a very, VERY popular independent idol? That’s the funniest thing, actually. Kain just so happened to be a bun that worked late into the night who often paid visits to 24/7 convenience stores to pick up snacks and dinner… and Yukiou just so happened to be a late-working idol who did much the same. On one such night the two just so happened to go to the same store, and Kain just so happened to throw his jacket over Yukiou’s head to prevent him from getting mobbed by a group of raving fans that’d staked out the idol’s schedule… fans are crazy, man! Ever since then, the two got along surprisingly well; Yukiou isn’t phased by how gruff Kain can be, and his bigger body meant he could shrug off more noogies. Hell, since they both tended to be awake (and free) during the same hours of the day, Yukiou would occasionally call Kain to do his snack runs for him; the Church shop bun was much more inconspicuous… and he got to pick extra free snacks.

“I mean yeah, I can see that. Um… so like, I said I wanted to bake, but like… where do we even sta—” An idol in plainclothes is still an idol; Yukiou sparkled even as he struggled with getting his apron on, and had been cut off by Kain looping around and giving the strands of his apron a good o’le corset-tightening tug before tying off a little bow. “Oof… uhuh, thanks.”
“O’course. Now, let me see what you have in your fridge…” Kain wandered back around to the kitchen’s overzealous fridge; Yukiou’s abode was always so fancy, and his kitchen was completely spotless… Kain should’ve seen that as the first bad sign. The NEXT bad sign was a completely BARREN fridge… save for all the unique snacks that had to be refrigerated, leftover takeout boxes, and a single lemon. With a positively ‘done’ expression, Kain simply grabbed the lemon, turned around, and held it out to Yukiou.

“Uh… Bungle said that you’re supposed to put lemons in the fridge?” Yukiou shrugged sheepishly.
“Yeah, but yer supposed to bag ‘em and put ‘em in one of the veggie drawers. You got the right idea about it though… and luckily I brought my own things. Hmm… you like lemon cookies?” With a smirk, Kain toed the box by his feet and watched Yukiou’s eyes light up almost as bright as the sparkles that winked around him.
“Do I!!!”
“Right on, big guy. Now c’mon—” Kain tossed the lemon to Yukiou who managed to catch it after a small fumble, “—we got work to do.”

…

“Yukiou. Yukiou Larimara.”
“… well. Um. Uh.”
“Yukiou… whaddya have to say for yerself?”
“Uh… uh… oopsie?”

The oddly pristine state of that kitchen did not last for long. Kain wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but he certainly wasn’t inept… poor poor Yukiou was the confused party during this whole affair. Yuki wasn’t THAT bad, but he had a tendency to get distracted or start to nod off… More often than not when Kain would give Yuki a task to do, the sleepy bun would end up falling into the ingredients face-first and scattering everything all over the counter. In the end that wasn’t that big of a deal, but… Oh yeah, and then the place nearly BURNED DOWN because Yukiou fell asleep while the oven was still on! Quick thinking managed to save the oven, but sadly not the lemon cookies… Kain uncrossed his arms and reached over to take one of the “cookies” in hand, gently tapping it against the baking sheet in a demonstrative manner. Hard as hockey pucks… and the same color to boot.

“Haah. Well… we gave it a good try and we know what we need to do better next time. I’ll…” Kain pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ll go buy something.”
“… are you mad?” Yuki’s tone was quite pathetic as he leaned over with watery eyes.
“No no…” Kain had looked away for just a moment, but when he turned around… he had to reach a hand out to prevent Yukiou from shoving the burnt pucks into his mouth.

“I made them! I made them so I’ll eat them, for you!”
“No! Nonononono—I’m not mad, I’m not mad I promise! Spit it out Yuki, your manager is gonna FLIP—NOOOOOO!”

After a long, LONG moment of reconciliation… Kain eventually got Yukiou to agree to letting him hit up the convenience store for a selection of their usual snacks that they’d eat over a heartwarming animated movie… WITH an additional box of non-burnt lemon cookies.