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If Osamu had said he’d been expecting four very tipsy pro-volleyball players in his kitchen at 1:26 AM on (technically) a Sunday, he would have been lying.
“‘Tsum-tsum! You said Myaa-sam would have snacks for us!” Bokuto whined, stumbling over to the couch to flop over on it dramatically.
“Snacks would be ideal,” Sakusa said, applying hand sanitizer he’d seemingly pulled out of thin air.
“‘Tsumu, why’d you tell everyone I would have snacks? And why are you here at this godforsaken hour?” Osamu dared to ask.
“Ooh, I know, I know!” Hinata said, bounding over to lean on Atsumu. “It’s because we were out drinking! And we were going to the conbini but then Atsumu said we didn’t need to because Osamu lives so close and always makes great food!”
For the briefest of moments, Osamu is touched.
“Yeah, so make us something, will ya?” Atsumu asked, not so politely.
A very brief moment.
“No,” Osamu answered. “You can all leave now.”
The silence following this statement is almost unbearable.
“‘Samu loves to joke around,” Atsumu declared. “So really, what are ya gonna make us?”
“Hey, you know what? I want something sweet!” Bokuto chimed.
“Oooh, I haven’t had fluffy pancakes in like a million years! That sounds good, right?” Hinata said excitedly.
“Not much nutritional value,” Sakusa mumbled.
“This isn’t a cafe,” Osamu said, more than annoyed at this point.
“And I’m not a pro-athlete,” Atsumu retorted cheekily. “C’mon, ‘Samu. Please?”
“Holy shit! Atsumu knows how to say ‘please’!” Bokuto yelled.
“Wow! Good for you, Atsumu! I always believed in you!” Hinata said brightly, patting Atsumu on the back.
“I didn’t,” said Sakusa.
Osamu snorts. Ok, maybe these guys can stay after all.
“‘Tsumu, I’m so glad you have such good and supportive friends,” Osamu said, smirking.
“So should we just go to a conbini, then?” Sakusa asked.
This simple question fills Osamu with a rage he cannot explain. How dare the people he doesn’t even want in his apartment so much as suggest they would eat somewhere else! Isn’t he Osamu Miya, owner of Onigiri Miya, a nationally-ranked restaurant and soon-to-be restaurant chain?! Honestly, the nerve.
“Fine! I’ll make soufflé pancakes, then!” Osamu declared, which was met with cheers from Bokuto and Hinata.
Osamu began to dig further in his pantry, pulling out all the dry ingredients his currently sleep-deprived brain can think of needed for soufflé pancakes.
Cake flour, sugar, baking powder...
Suddenly, Hinata is next to him saying; “Can’t forget the protein!” as he set a jar of protein powder on the counter.
“‘Samu, do you have any whipped cream?” Atsumu asked in a whining tone. Osamu ignores him.
Meanwhile, Bokuto is digging in his fridge.
“What are you looking for-?” Osamu asked Bokuto tensely.
“Juice,” Bokuto answered innocently.
Osamu sighed. It’s like he has four five-year-olds in his kitchen instead of four pro-volleyball players in their 20s.
“Bottom shelf on the side,” Osamu told Bokuto.
“Thanks, Myaa-sam!” Bokuto answered happily.
“‘Samuuu, the whipped cream!”
“I don’t have whipped cream,” Osamu said, trying and failing not to roll his eyes.
“Are we going to do anything with these ingredients or just let them sit there?” Sakusa asked, in potentially a more irritable mood than Osamu, which was actually quite impressive, considering the circumstances.
“‘Tsumu, make yourself useful and get out my measuring cups and measuring spoons!” Osamu ordered. “Bokuto, stop drinking the juice right from the container!”
“I can help!” Hinata insisted, knocking over a kitchen chair as he made his way over to Osamu. “What can I do?”
“You can get out the frying pan, and maybe some fruit to cut up,” Osamu decided.
“Roger that!” Hinata responded.
“Sakusa, you can-” Osamu stopped short as he was met with a death glare from Sakusa. Well, whatever. He’d dealt with cranky patrons, he could deal with one grumpy volleyball player. “-you can help Hinata cut up fruit.” Osamu realized this would mean giving Sakusa a knife. “Uh, actually, you can get out the eggs.”
With an unnecessary amount of fumbling, Bokuto loudly insisting they needed to use the protein powder, and more orders from Osamu, the batter was made. Atsumu has turned on the stove to heat up the frying pan, while Bokuto and Hinata were taking turns throwing pieces of fruit into each other’s mouths.
“Alright, I’ll put the batter on. You should all just- just sit.”
The teammates ignored him though, and all watched in awe as Osamu flipped each one after letting them steam, revealing perfectly cooked, round soufflé pancakes.
Hinata and Bokuto wasted no time decorating their pancakes with fruit while Atsumu and Sakusa argued over whose pancake was larger.
“Hey, chef!” Hinata called cheerfully. “Another round!”
But isn’t this what he loved? Feeding hungry people until they smiled?
Despite himself, Osamu grinned. “Alright, alright, comin’ right up!”