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Majima's POV
Majima came home from a long day. He was running on next to no sleep and all he had to show for it were a couple of bruises from some fights. At least his nose wasn’t broken or he wouldn’t have been able to discover the scent of cinnamon and apples. “Mmm… Kiryu-chan, I’m home!”
Kiryu turned around. He and Haruka were keeping an eye on the food that was cooking in the oven. In fact, it looked like whatever they were cooking, Haruka was using oven mitts so she could rotate it. Kiryu gave a nod in his lover’s direction, while Haruka was focused on the food, eyes unwavering.
“Whatchya makin’, Haruka-chan?”
“It’s an apple tart with almond cream!”
He chuckles and walks over to place a hand on her shoulder. “You had me at apple, sweetheart! Smells amazin’!”
Kiryu nodded in agreement. “It’s supposed to taste amazing, too. A friend of hers at school gave her the recipe.”
Majima raised his brows and smiled down at the little girl. “Izzat right? N’ you wanted to share it with yer uncles, huh?” He gave her a one-armed hug. “What’s in that thing, anyway? ‘Sides the apples n’ almond cream… n’ tart…”
Haruka giggled at that. “We cut up some fuji apples and put them to boil with some sugar and granulated sugar, then put a paper towel over it with an x in the middle…”
Kiryu continues. “We put in raisins, some lemon juice, and cinnamon powder. Then we made the cream - that’s almond powder, sugar, and cake flour combined with butter and egg - and we put it onto the crust. Then Haruka here arranged the apples and raisins.”
Majima shook his head with a smile, looking at the progress of the tart. “Gotta tell ya, it’s lookin’ pretty good. Smellin’ even better. Can’t wait to eat this!”
“No, Uncle Goro, it has to cool first. Then we need to glaze it.”
It really warmed the Mad Dog’s heart and he was having a case of puppy love. He went from itching for another fight to wanting to curl up by a fireplace and eat a yummy treat with his new family. He wished Saejima were here to enjoy this the way he was about to.
His mind was scrambled up with thoughts of what happened back in ‘85. All the good times the two of them shared in their brief amount of time together. All the watermelons, all the Korean barbecue…
He was brought back to reality when he felt a strong weight slump into the couch cushion beside him. “Majima-san…”
“Haw?” The combined scents of baked apples, cinnamon, raisins, and cinnamon made his stomach growl in desperation. He hadn’t eaten anything all day. Did they glaze the apples when they were done!? He was gonna be in food heaven. YES PLEASE!
Without hesitation, he hovered his open mouth over the fork and took a bite, scraping his teeth along the prongs of the silverware until his mouth was completely off of it. It was a sensation of feel-good flavors that he could only describe with, “Yum!”
He grabbed the fork and took it so he could eat the rest for himself. He was gobbling down bite after bite until Kiryu sighed. Majima swallowed the bite that was in his mouth, then dug the fork into the pastry, its crust responding nicely to the touch. “Ya want some, Kiryu-chan? You n’ Haruka baked it, after all.”
“Yeah.” Kiryu affirmed, opening his mouth to have a taste of his own.
Majima gave him a warm smile. “Open wide, Kiryu-chan.” And with that, he slowly offered the food onto Kiryu’s tongue and pulled it away when Kiryu started to chew.
“Mmm...that is really good.”
And with that, the two of them shared their little treat together, sitting side by side on the sofa.