warning: mild nsfw
"Okay y/n, so here is the kitchen" Mrs. Miya pulled me into the kitchen section of the shop. Osamu was there, shaping the rice into an onigiri shape. "Your shop is so aesthetically pleasing, mother. It looks like those restaurants at the city" I said, smiling. "Nah, that's quite an exaggeration" she chuckled. She walked towards Osamu who was still making the rice balls. I followed her. "Mother, if you don't mind, I would like to learn how to make onigiris" it was such an embarrassment for me because I don't have any skills in cooking, or even just shaping food like how Osamu did.
It's a double embarrassment since Osamu is an athlete and I'm not, I don't do sports like him and he can cook, he knows how to work in the kitchen for God's sake and I'm the opposite. I sighed, feeling ashamed of myself. "Sure, honey. Of course you can. Osamu will teach you how. He's good in cooking" Mrs. Miya patted my shoulders. Osamu and I looked at each other. It somehow made me feel awkward. I've never been so close to him and his mother just told him to teach me? Woah...
"Samu, please take care of y/n, okay? I'll be at the front to deal with our customers" Mrs. Miya walked away, leaving me and Osamu alone in the kitchen.
I didn't dare to look at Osamu. I felt so awkward and Atsumu wasn't there. He was asked to manage the incoming stocks. Osamu cleared his throat. "You should tie or do something with your hair before you start" he said, hands pressing the rice into a triangle shape. I looked up at the man next to me. "Ahhh... Right" I smiled awkwardly before tying up my hair into a messy hair bun. Osamu was just looking at me, he cleared his throat again.
He walked to take the apron hanging beside the rack, handing it to me after. "Put this on so you won't mess up your blouse" he nodded.
God please! This is too awkward! Where the hell is Atsumu!
I put on the apron like he asked me to and rolled up my sleeves. I stood beside him, watching him working on the rice balls. "Okay first, you need to take some rice and shape it into a triangle like this" Osamu started to demonstrate the steps. His hands started moving, shaping the rice into a perfect triangle. "After that, take a piece of dried seaweed and put it at the bottom of the rice ball. Like this" he continued his lesson. "Last but not least, take a spoonful of tobiko, and put it on top of the rice ball. And there you go" he handed me the rice ball for me to look closer. It was shaped nicely.
"It's cute!" I looked up at him, grinning. He smiled at me. "It wasn't that hard, right?" he asked. "Hm, of course it's easy for you because you've done so many times but it'd be a struggle for a first timer like me" I chuckled. Osamu reached for a pair of plastic gloves. "Here, let's get you to work. But first, Onigiri Miya prioritizes hygiene and cleanliness" I took the gloves from him and put them on. "I'm ready!" I said excitedly.
Osamu chuckled. "I see why Atsumu is head over heels for you. I understand him now" he mumbled. I looked up at him, feeling weird. "Eh, why did you say that?" I bit the inner layer of my lower lip, asking in curiosity. "You can look attractive in things you do. No doubt" he said. His words got my cheeks to burn. Yeah, the Miyas are surely good in using their words. It runs in the genes. "Stop it" I rolled my eyes playfully. Osamu laughed.
My hands started to work on the rice, shaping it into a triangle carefully. I was right. It was harder than what I expected. It looked like an unnamed polygon, honestly. Why was it so hard on me!
"Ah... You got it wrong" Osamu said, looking at my ridiculous rice ball. "I've at least tried my best" I pouted, looking at the outcome of my rice ball. Who on earth would eat this? "It's because you're pressing the rice too hard. You should press it gentler" Osamu scooted closer, took my hands in his and slowly pressing the rice, shaping it nicely into a triangle. I was surprised at his sudden move. I didn't know he could also be this bold. He's indeed the twin brother of Atsumu. "Making onigiris is like you handling the person you treasured the most. You need to be gentle and soft to them. Cooking also needs love in it so that the outcome will turn out good" he said. "See? Now it looks much better" he turned his head, looking at me. I blinked before nodding slowly.
"Osamu, you're a bitch!" Atsumu groaned. Osamu and I quickly turned our heads to Atsumu who was standing at the door frame. I moved myself away from the grey-haired boy. Atsumu was glaring at his twin brother. At this point, he might even kill him. "I was just teaching her how to make onigiris. You don't have to worry. I ain't going to steal your girl" he scowled. Atsumu approached me and pulled me closer to him. Yeah, it's the possessive Atsumu.
"Stay away from y/n. This is the last warning" he rolled his eyes. I looked up at the jealous Atsumu. "He was just teaching me, you idiot" I giggled.
"You can work at the front. I'll take over the kitchen" he was still not over it. I swear to God. He's a baby. Osamu let out a heavy sigh, taking off the plastic gloves he was wearing and threw it into the trash bin. "Sure, you jealous and insecure ass" he walked out from the kitchen. Atsumu then turned his head towards me, giving me death glare. I gulped. "What?" I asked. "Ah, don't pull that innocent what face at me" he rolled his eyes. I chuckled. "He was just helping me out. Don't tell me you're jealous. He's your brother" I shook my head, still laughing.
"Yeah and he's a man too" he shrugged. He was sulking. I knew it.
I looked at Atsumu slipping on the apron and tying it at the back of his waist. He then folded his sleeves up, exposing his muscular forearms. He looked so fucking attractive that it drove me insane. I kept forgetting how muscular this man is.
He then continued with putting the gloves on before started to work his hands on the rice. The way he pressed the rice and shaping it, it was kind of an erotic view to be honest. I couldn't concentrate on my rice ball because of the way his hands work, it is just too attractive and sexy! Imagine if his hands were doing me like tha... What the hell I was thinking!
I shook my head, brushing off the nasty picture I had in mind. It's not the time for me to feel horny about it. I'm at his mother's shop. "What were you thinking?" he asked. His eyes were still locked on the rice ball he was making. I cleared my throat. "Nothing" I shook my head, flashing a convincing smile.
Mrs. Miya insisted on me spending the night here. She said Atsumu can drive me home tomorrow morning instead. I've tried to refused but she just didn't let me to so I had to accept her invitation and since my class is at 2pm tomorrow, so it won't be a big deal. We had dinner together. Everyone was there, including Mr. Miya who came home from work. I helped Mrs. Miya with the cooking and I also got to learn how to cook few dishes.
It was great to spend my day being with the Miyas. Each of them surely knows how to interact and communicate with people despite having that intimidating look on their faces. Never judge a book by its cover, they said.
Mr. Miya complimented my cook. He said it was cooked very well and that made me so happy. Everyone seemed to enjoy the dishes I cooked, except for the man who was sitting next to me. Atsumu was quite different today. He's quieter than usual. He's probably still not over with the thing he mistook earlier in the kitchen. I tried to comfort him but he kept brushing me off.
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OSAMU'S POV
"Here" I handed him the thick blanket that I took from the closet. Atsumu looked at me. "For what?" he asked. "Get this to y/n. Mother told me the blanket in the guest room was sent to the laundromat" I replied. He ignored me and kept his eyes back on his phone's screen. "Not my problem" he mumbled.
I let out a sigh. Why is he my brother again?
"God, why are you so tiring and irritating" I sat on my bed, whining. I can't believe that this shithead is still not over with that stupid kitchen scenario.
"You ignored y/n during the dinner, didn't talk to her and now you're going to let her sleep in this cold weather. How childish can you be?" I looked at him, arms crossing over my chest. "Go give it to her yourself" he looked up at me, rolling his eyes. He was telling me that he's still pissed. "Bro, do you think I'd do that, knowing that my brother is madly in love with her? You're already so fucking dumb so stop embarrassing yourself more by acting like this" I sighed.
"If you know that I have feelings for y/n, then why did you do that?" Atsumu yelled. Oh my God!
"I was helping her out. Mother told me to teach her how to make onigiris" I whined louder. As you can see, I'm tired of dealing with his petty ass. It's time to disown my own twin brother. "But you don't have to touch her hands or what. That doesn't seem like helping" he complained. "Oi shithead. We weren't holding hands, you stupid ass. We were wearing gloves, are you blind?" I yelled back.
"But still, I'm jealous! Even if you're my brother. I don't like seeing her act all lovey dovey with other guys that is not me" he groaned.
God, just end me please.
"Which part of that is a lovey dovey act?" I sighed, fed up with his childish behavior. "Everything about it!" he whined out loud.
I let out another sigh. It was heavier and louder. "Just go get this fucking blanket to her or I'll do it myself for real" I said, threatening him. He quickly grabbed the blanket, "Back off from y/n or I'll kill you" he said before leaving my room.
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I wrapped the bathrobe on my body. I just took a hot and long bath. It felt so good as if I was at the hot spring spa.
Knock!
I furrowed my eyebrows, questioning who was the person who knocked the door. I walked out from the bathroom, walking towards the door and open it slowly. It was Atsumu standing with a thick blanket in his arms. "Tsumu... What are you doing here?" I asked while looking up at him. "I brought the blanket. The weather's quite cold today" he entered the room and placed down the blanket on the desk. He wasn't smiling or anything.
Atsumu then lit up the fire at the fireplace. He's trying to warm up the cold room for me. I closed the door, locking it up before taking steps towards Atsumu. "Tsumu..." I called him but he didn't answer or respond to me. He was still sulking, I could tell it. "Tsumu..." I called him again when he stood up from setting up the fireplace. He was about to leave but I stopped him. I had his cheeks cupped in my hands. I forced him to look at me.
"Are you still mad about it?" I asked, rubbing his cheeks softly. He looked me in the eyes. "Are you still upset about it?" I asked. My fingers trailed freely on his face. "I'm sorry if it made you upset. It was unintentional, I promise. Osamu was just helping me out" our eyes met. I tried to convince him through my eyes. His lips were zipped still. He was just staring at me. "You know it yourself that I only have my eyes on you for now. No one else could top you" I said, head nodding to assure him.
It took him few minutes to answer me. "I'm jealous" he bowed his head. I can't help but to form a smile. He finally spoke to me. "I know and I'm sorry for that" I apologized, hugging him tightly after that. "I hate seeing you go on sulky mode on me. I don't like it when you ignore me" I complained. I don't know why but I felt quite clingy. "And I hate seeing you being all friendly at other guys and my brother is included" he replied.
"I won't do that ever again. You have my words" I brushed the tip of my nose against his, laughing. "I missed you" I whispered.
He held my chin up, looking me in the eyes. That stare. It's that stare. He leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I missed the feelings of his lips pressing against mine. He caught me by my waist, pulling me closer to him. I slipped a hand at the back of his neck as I responded to his kiss. Atsumu tilted his head and deepened the kiss. I could feel him biting on my lower lips and sucking it soundly. I tiptoed, pressing myself even closer.
He kissed my lips so well that made me grow impatient. The way he munched on my lips, slipped his tongue and fought mine for dominance. They all felt so good. He's indeed a good kisser and his tongue was just too skillful. I like it so much.
He kissed my now swollen lips hungrily. His hand groped my covered ass. I could feel the blood in me ran down towards my sensitive part, sending shiver. My body felt hot. It craved for Atsumu's touch. Atsumu started to grow impatient as well. His hand reached for the knot of my bathrobe, untied it before slipping the robe off my shoulders. His hand wrapped at the back of my abdomen, caressing it softly. I let out a breathy whine against his lips, breaking our kiss. I could see a string of saliva on our lips. "Atsumu..." I whined. He looked at me. "What is it baby?" he whispered.
I was busy catching my breath as I felt his hand groping my now exposed boob. His thumb started to rub my sensitive nipple. I started to pant. "Tell me what do you want me to do, baby" he said, reminding me his question again.
My eyes moved up to look at him. I might looked pathetic and desperate for him but the thing I was about to say is something I was sure about. I trailed my fingers along his jaw. He was staring at me. "Atsumu..." I called his name again. Our eyes were locked. "Make love to me"