Precious Puppy

Flour Misshap

Authors note: (Warning for mention of nudity, it doesn't go anywhere though) Enjoy my first (technically second lol) published one-shot.

Yuto wakes up with a little yawn, the sun streaming through the bedroom windows. He smiles at the little form next to him on the bed, covered in blankets. He reaches down to gently pet what he thought was his puppy, only for his hand to press against pure blankets. Yuto raises his eyebrow in concern and whips the blankets off the bed only to discover Akira wasn't there. Yuto immediately starts worrying, Akira had always slept in later than Yuto. Getting out of bed early, before he does was almost unheard of. Just then there's a loud slam and clattering sound from the kitchen. Yuto jumps to his feet and quickly runs to the kitchen to find his precious puppy sitting on the ground, covered in white powder, surrounded by bowls and pans. Yuto gives a little sigh of relief before concern quickly falls back on his face when he hears Akira start sobbing. Yuto kneels down next to the other man, gently petting his flour-filled hair as Akira bawls.

"Shhhh- it's okay puppy. What happened?"

"I- I wanted to try and make master breakfast- but- but I couldn't reach the cupboard where you stored the flour- so- so I was standing on the counter when-" Akira is cut off by his own sobs.

"Deep breaths puppy, It's okay. Did you hit your head?" Yuto asks concernedly.

Akira shakes his head, cueing a small relieved smile on Yuto's face.

"That's good. Just take a deep breath, puppy. In and out. The more you cry the more the flour will stick to your face."

Akira tries his best to control his breathing, but he still lets out little sniffles and whimpers, prompting Yuto to chuckle softly.

"Such a cute little puppy~ shhhh, it's okay. You just wanted to be a good puppy, huh?" He gently strokes Akira's cheek, not minding the flour now coating his hand.

Akira nods, nuzzling against his hand with a little whimper, "I'm sorry-"

"See, this is why I do all the cooking. Your little puppy brain isn't made for doing chores~" he teases gently.

Akira whimpers again, "but! But I wanted to do something nice for you!"

"Shhhh, I appreciate that puppy, but if you want to do something nice for me, maybe in the future you should just wake me up with a kiss and leave the cooking to me. I don't want you to get seriously hurt, there are much worse things that could've happened to an unsupervised puppy. I'm just going to revoke your cooking permissions, okay?"

"Yes, master-" Akira sniffles.

"Good boy. You're being such a good boy. Go take a bath and get yourself all cleaned up, okay? I'll start cleaning up the mess in here, and then make us breakfast."

"But- but I wasted all that flour-"

"I can buy more flour, puppy."

"But I made such a big mess! I should have to clean it up cause it's my fault in the first place-"

"No, puppy. You won't be able to help clean up while you yourself are still covered in flour. Go clean up, that's an order," Yuto instructs firmly.

"Yes, master-" Akira mumbles before letting Yuto help him to his feet and walking to the bathroom to wash all the flour off.

Yuto smiles softly when Akira finally obeys and sighs gently with relief that he had not come to any further harm. He starts picking up various bowls and pans, rinsing all the flour off in the sink before pushing them back into their rightful place in the cupboard. He then throws away the now mostly empty flour sack and starts to sweep up the small mountain of flour on the floor. He didn't mind the busy work, cleaning up after his puppy was never a chore. Eventually, he is rejoined by Akira, his hair wet and his body wrapped in a towel.

"Ah, all done?"

"Yeah-" Akira opens his towel for Yuto to make sure that he's thoroughly cleaned himself.

Yuto gently caresses different spots on his body, and once satisfied that there is not a trace of flour left he smiles.

"Good boy. You cleaned yourself so well~" he presses a gentle kiss against Akira's forehead, "Go get dressed, and put the flour-covered collar on top of the laundry machine, I'll clean it later."

Akira nods and leaves before quickly coming back with fresh clothes and a fresh collar around his neck, clearly eager to start helping clean up.

"Master, I'm done! What should I do?" Akira asks eagerly, clearly wanting to do something to make up for his mistake, despite Yuto making it clear he won't be punished.

"Hmm- well- how about you dump out this dustpan, and then just come sit up here on the counter while I cook us breakfast, okay?" Yuto hands him the dustpan full of flour.

"Okay!" Akira smiles, pleased at the chance to be useful.

After Akira dumps out the dustpan, yuto picks him up from around the waist and sets him down on the counter next to the sink so Yuto can keep an eye on him while he cooks. He pulls out the other bag of flour in the pantry, along with several other ingredients, and starts mixing up pancake batter, before setting up the pan and letting the pancakes sizzle. After several minutes, the pancakes are all done and Yuto sets the plate on the kitchen table before picking up Akira again and setting him gently into his chair.

"Can- can you get the whipped cream and strawberries as well?" Akira asks eagerly.

"Hm? Of course, puppy" Yuto laughs softly, pulling them out of the fridge along with syrup and peanut butter for himself.

He sets the toppings on the table and watches Akira carefully as he starts to eat his little pile of pancakes.

"Do you feel better now, puppy?" Yuto asks gently.

"Yeah- thank you master-" he mumbles after finishing a bite of pancakes, not wanting to get lectured for talking while chewing.

"Good boy," Yuto praises softly. "I'm so proud of you, puppy. You really are perfect~" he reaches over to gently caress Akira's hair.

Akira nuzzles into his hand, humming happily.