41 for either Rebelcaptain of just Cassian!
takes place vaguely in my modern au universe that i've written a few stories about, but stands on its own!
microfic list!
Lately, their schedules seem to just miss each other, with Cassian returning to the apartment shortly after Jyn has left it, and vice versa. They're both working long hours — him on the restaurant and her to try to finish her degree — and this is just the nature of that. Until she'd come into his life a little over a year ago, he'd forgotten what it had been like to miss someone, which makes this ships passing in the night routine feel like that much more of a hole in his life.
He worries about her, too, because she doesn't take a lot of time to do things for herself when she's busy — particularly eat well. It's not unusual for him to find wrappers to granola bars or empty containers of microwavable macaroni and cheese strewn on the counter when he comes home, all Jyn's questionable definition of comfort food.
As soon as they both have a night off, he's determined to fix that, at least in whatever small way he can.
When he's spent most of his day dealing with vendors, he doesn't mind being in the kitchen boiling penne and sautéing vegetables — especially if it means that Jyn will eat a real meal for once in her life, instead of vaguely imitate the behavior of a raccoon. Ideally, he would've had it completely ready before she'd ever stepped through the door, but it'd taken longer to assemble all his ingredients than he would've liked; by the time he hears her stomp inside like she does before tossing her coat away and kicking off her boots, there are still a lot of steps to be done.
She crosses into the kitchen, and without even seeing her face, he can practically hear her brows knit together. "What's this?"
Focused on the task at hand (carefully stirring the boiling pasta), Cassian barely glances up. "Something that doesn't come out of a microwave."
Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a brief lift of her brow as she appears to consider, but no further comment beyond that. Instead, she finds herself an empty spot on the counter close to the stove and hoists herself up onto it, watching as he continues to prepare the pasta.
After the weekend's over, their schedules will drift again, but right now, for the moment, he can breathe easily and just enjoy the company.