@shih-coulda-had-it is this like a year old and mostly Nana and Chiyo centered.... yes. Is it slightly poorly written since I finished this on a time crunch so it wouldn't rot in my drafts... also yes... Just consider it part of femslash february + Torino..
In all honest I think halfway through I forgot the original prompt of "cute cookie making moment" and went for vibes, but isn't that the fun of it?
Cooking had never been Nana's strong suit. Yes, she had the occasional breakthrough, specifically in the baking sphere of the kitchen but cooking is where things fall apart. It didn't matter if she followed the recipe exactly or mixed it up, it always turned out… wrong. Charred meat on the grill or porridge turned a gunky mess, it never panned out- See what she did there?
That's the case at least with the cookies that were on the counter. She had meant to bake and decorate them before Sorahiko got home and ice them with Chiyo, but the man was running late and their girlfriend came home early to witness the disaster in amusement.
"Wow I'm surprised this didn't turn into a call to the fire department. Good job, Babe." The nurse leaned in to press a kiss to Nana's shoulder, her hands snaking around the taller woman's waist to squeeze her close despite her frustrations.
"I followed the recipe perfectly this time… I don't get how they turned out so…" The dark haired woman sighed deeply, her back pressed against Chiyo as she accepted the embrace. "…Inedible?"
"I wouldn't word it like that.."
Chiyo makes a point to pick up one of the "cookies" and hit it against the edge of the counter, a dull thwack echoing through the room, the strength of the snack concerning to say the least when only a few crumbs sprinkled down on the marble surface.
"…Okay maybe a little inedible.." Chiyo let out a snort that she tried to stifle in Nana's collarbone, her warm breath making the raven haired woman shudder from the contact and squirm slightly. "C'mon, he's seen worse. Torino will probably just make a remark and colonize the kitchen to fix it up. Relax sweetheart."
Chiyo's hands run down to grasp the hem of Nana's charcoal sweater, lifting the fabric so she can press her ice cold hands to Nana's muscled torso which obviously elicited a cry and attempts at swatting the questing hands away.
"Hey- Hey! Chiyo not in the kitchen again, you know better!" Nana scolded the woman like a pet about to tear up furniture and yet her smile and body still pressed firmly into Chiyo's, betraying any idea that she was trying to earnestly stop the contact.
"Aw, but Sorahiko always gets so much time with you. Since he's gone I might as well keep you company, hm?" Its true, Chiyo had always been busy healing rowdy teens at UA and was far more prone to have a quiet moment with Torino- after healing the son of a bitch for the sixth time that week- inside her medical closet. Yet Nana always tanked her hits in the school day, only bringing up an injury once she's out of her gear and craving affection. It was frustrating at times when she wasn't able to sufficiently give her the attention she needed, and now that they were alone..
Chiyo lifted the muscled woman into her arms to carry her out of the kitchen, lips traveling down her neck despite the awkward squawk that came with the initial lift off, her legs kicking slighlty before she managed to relax in the hold— If only a little.
"You can keep me plenty company by helping me with cookies!" Nana scolded her, though her neck was jutted out in the opposite direction as to not block Chiyo's path. She merely chuckled, teeth coming out to nip at her collarbone while her clever hands traveled up to massage underneath her breasts, earning a sharp gasp followed by her head lolling back.
Until Chiyo pulled her hands back and set the woman back on the ground, a mischievous grin on her face in response to Nana's head snapping up to glare at her. "Well I guess I could help with your baking if it's really that important." She shuffles past the still grouchy Nana to look at the recipe she had printed from the internet, examining the ingredients list closly before grabbing a bowl. How hard can it be?
Sorahiko came home from an unusually longer shift with a tired aura, hanging his cape up and struggling with his boots and subsequently kicking them off so he can call out to the apartment; "I'm home! What's for dinner, I'm starving." A frown quickly crossed his face though when he smelt something dying in the air, a quick prayer going through his head before deciding to brave the kitchen.
As expected this 'second attempt' at making cookies didn't go any better than the first, and might've ended up worse than the first attempt. Several cookie trays lay in the sink, still smoking mind you, while the two women examined a plate of completely black cookies with equally disgusted expressions. Dear lord.
Chiyo seemed to notice him first and grinned wide and annoying, "Well look who's finally back. Want some dinner?" The nurse holds out one of the cookies to him, which he smacked away playfully.
"I thought I told you two no baking unless I'm home." He let out a deep sigh as he rounded the counter, arms wrapping around both of them as he grimaced at the mess. "Not to mention you burnt my kitchen! Now scram, I need to actually make dinner since one of us has to be good at cooking."
"What about the time you-"
