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anonymous deliveries of milk bread -Oikawa Tooru x Reader-

‘Dear Anonymous, thanks for the free milk bread! It tasted delicious, but it was a bit doughy, you could also make it a bit less sweet, because there is kind of a lot of sugar in this one, but overall, it was delicious.

Oikawa Tooru'

“Did he say good things?” Kowai inquired, sitting down on the bench next to them, setting her hands behind her head and relaxing into the bench.

“Yeah, surprisingly I did good for the first time, although he did say it was a bit too doughy, so I’ll remember to bake it a bit longer next time, even though I know I’ll do worse next time, so I can’t wait for that critique,” Y/N had a smile on their face, twiddling with the note. Kowai gave a small smile towards the timid person, looking up at the clouds, knowing her friend was happy that their long-time crush from elementary school had tasted and fairly critiqued their milk bread.

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The next day…

Perspective change: Oikawa Tooru

Again, Oikawa unlocked the door to the locker room, smelling the bread again, not realizing this was going to be a routine thing. He went over to the window sill, seeing the pan on the window sill, the note was there, in it’s neat, handwritten letters.

‘Dear Oikawa Tooru, thank you for tasting my milk bread, I have altered it to fit your standards, although it might be worse than last time, because that always seems to happen to me on the second attempt, it should be less doughy and less sweet, but, again, please give me a honest opinion on it. Put the pan in the same area along with all the other items. I hope you enjoy this.

Thank you,

Anonymous Milk Bread Maker

‘Again huh? I guess they’re actually using my feedback to improve, that’s kind of weird, if it was a fanthey would’ve been upset and not made another pan,’ Oikawa put the note in his bag, cutting a slice, and biting into it straight. He was greeted with a duller flavor and an over cooked texture. He didn’t like it, but it was expected from what the note had said. He gave an honest response on the back of the note, writing it down and repeating what he had done yesterday, and came back to the locker room. The other teammates were in there, getting changed for volleyball, surprised to see the boy coming in late.

“Oi! Trashykawa, you’re not here early, what’s going on, it's the same as yesterday, you were late, do you have a week of cleaning duty or a girlfriend?” Iwazumi interrogated, changing into his practice clothes. Oikawa laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No! I don’t have a girlfriend, or cleaning duty, I’m afraid I cannot say what it was,” Oikawa replied, the smell of fresh milk bread coming from him and his bag, taking out his gym clothes. 

“Were you held up with fans? I bet you were, that’s why you smell like fresh milk bread,” Matsukawa pointed out, picking up Oikawa’s bag, and looking inside, Oikawa was shirtless while trying to get his bag back, but Matsukawa didn’t find anything in there.

“Give me my bag back Matsukawa! There isn’t anything in there! And I wasn’t held up,” he managed to grab a hold of the bag, tearing it back and setting it down on the bench in front of his locker.

“Then why do you smell like milk bread?” Hanamaki inquired, slipping on his shirt.

“It’s just how I always smell now, leave me alone Makki,” Oikawa closed his locker after putting in his uniform.