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baking | miya osamu

"okay, what was on the list, babe?" you say while pushing the shopping cart into the main area of the store, osamu at your side.

"list..? i thought we were getting the box mix.."

"really, 'samu?"

osamu slowly nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket to look up said list. he reads the list off to you as the both of you walk around the store.

after getting all of the needed ingredients, you and osamu head back to your house. he insists on eating before baking the actual cake so he isn't tempted to eat any of the ingredients like a mad man.

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osamu gets the wet ingredients out while you get the dry, placing them on the kitchen counter.

"can i mix them together?" osamu questions as you get the spatula from the kitchen counter drawer. you simply nod, handing him said utensil.

once he finishes mixing the ingredients together, osamu licks the spatula a few times, straight up eating the batter.

"ah- 'samu!" you snatch the spatula from his hand as he's about to lick it again. he reaches back for it like a little kid.

"whaaat?"

"we need to have enough batter to actually make the cake, you know."

osamu sighs before getting a cake pan from the cabinet, letting you do the "hard work" while he argues over the phone with atsumu. the two of you watch the beginning of a movie while waiting for the cake to be done.

as the oven dings, you both shoot up from the couch in unison, sliding across the wood floor. yes, osamu might have almost crashed into the refrigerator, but that's alright. you take the cake out, not entirely trusting osamu with the task. osamu gets the frosting and sprinkles from the cabinet, eagerly placing them on the counter around the cake. when he thinks you aren't watching, he subtly dips his finger in the frosting and puts it on your nose.

"babe, what was that forrr?" you giggle while wiping the frosting off, getting napkin in the process.

he sticks his tongue out at you before sliding his finger across the frosting again, licking it and speed walking away. he better not think he's getting away with that. you shake your head and decorate the cake, osamu only coming back to put sprinkles on it, then run off again.

it's time for payback. you do as he previously did, dipping your finger into the frosting and going over to the living room, spreading it on his lips and a bit on his chin while standing behind the couch. he tilts his head back to see you clearly.

"what was that for-?"

you cut him off with a quick kiss. "i love you."

he slightly smirks, licking the rest of the frosting off of his lips. "i love you too, darling- wait," osamu quickly gets up from the couch and hops over it, "i forgot about the cake, let's go eat it."

he grasps your wrist and pulls you back to the kitchen, cutting the cake in utmost content.