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“And Done,” smiled Atsumu proudly. Arms crossed as he looked down at a steaming fresh loaf of sourdough bread. Perfectly baked, crisp crust, and a beautiful rich golden brown color. The delicious aroma wafting through his apartment. All just as the front door opened and Atsumu looked to see his brother walk in with a plastic bag. “Still baking,” asked Osamu walking into the kitchen. Atsumu put on the oven mitts and brought the fresh baked bread over to his brother. “Yeah look at it,” smiled Atsumu and his brother looked at it, scanning it with his eyes. “What is is this time,” he asked. “Sourdough,” Atsumu replied happily setting the bread pan down on a small cooling rack on the counter. His brother hummed as he took the two take out boxes out of the plastic bag. “I thought you were make’n challah today,” asked Osamu handing a box to his brother as he passed him both heading to the table.
Atsumu pull a seat and sat down. “Yeah I changed my mind last minute. I’ll make that later today or tomorrow,” he said as he popped the box open revealing an assortment of sushi. His brother sat down across from him. “It’s fine just that it’s Rin’s favorite. So I as going to bring him home some. But that’s no big deal,” shrugged Osamu as he opened his box. Atsumu finished the piece he had in his mouth before responding. “I’ll finished it by dinner time. I’ll drop it off. I’m meeting Inunaki for some extra practice. I’m gunna totally serve balls past him,” Atsumu gestured with his chopsticks excited. Osamu snorted. “Please with those arms,” he laughed and Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “Hey my arms are great! LOOK,” snapped Atsumu as he flexed. Osamu rolled his eyes, before taking a big swig of water.
“Sure sure if ya say so,” chuckled Osamu and Atsumu ate another piece. Atsumu appreciated Osamu visiting him during his lunch break from the restaurant. “You know the one bread you made last week with the rosemary,” asked Osamu before taking a drink of water. Atsumu thought about it. He leaned back in his chair trying to remember. “Oh the focaccia bread,” smiled Atsumu and his brother nodded. “Yeah that one. Can you make me some for this weekend,” Osamu asked closing his now empty take out box. Atsumu nodded. “Sure I have time. Having date night,” he asked closing his empty box as well. Osamu stood up and stretched. “Yeah. It was good and Rin enjoyed it. So that would be a big help. Who knew we’d have a baker in the family,” teased Osamu and Atsumu’s cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment.
“Just bread! I don’t bake sweets and shit. It’s purely to workout my hand and arms! Don’t go spreading it around,” snapped Atsumu and his brother laughed. Walking back into the kitchen to throw the garbage away. “I’m serious don’t tell anyone,” whined Atsumu following him. “It’s not embarrassing to like to bake Tsumu. Stop being a baby. I won’t tell anyone,” Osamu replied rolling his eyes in the process. Atsumu grumbled as he washed his hands before standing in front of his work station. “See ya tonight Master Baker,” laughed Osamu and Atsumu flipped him off. Atsumu watched his brother leave before scooping more flour onto the counter. “Jack ass,” he mumbled.
Atsumu turned and got the dough that had been rising the entire time. The challah dough was ready. He knew it was Rin’s favorite, so he started it this morning. “For that last comment now you have to wait,” laughed Atsumu thinking about what his brother said. “Ok let’s get you going,” smirked the setter rolling up his sleeves and getting to work. It wasn’t a complete lie about bread being just a work out, but kneading the bread helped take the stress of the day away. All while making a delicious treat. Something about the dough in his hands made Atsumu happy. The flour all over the counter to help things not stick and the urge to not eat loaf after loaf. Atsumu would pack them up and drop them off at Samu’s or his Ma’s. No one else. They then could give it away; saying it was from a random ass bakery. He didn’t care. It was embarrassing for him to be a baker. Osamu was already the culinary genius of the family and Atsumu didn’t wanna be compared. So he kept it a secret. 6 months and 87 loads of bread, he kept it a secret.
Atsumu finished braiding the bread and popped a warm damp clean dishtowl over the pan to help in its second rising. “I kinda wanna make bagels… how much time do I have,” he thought glancing at the wall clock. “Perfect,” he smirked as he got a big pot out to fill at the sink. Atsumu worked in his kitchen all day. Stress free, just letting his mind wonder. The oven timer dinged and he pulled out the bread. Replacing it with the bagels. “Just a little bit and I’ll have tasty bagels. I should bring Inunaki one. I’ll tell him I stopped by somewhere. I think he likes sweet fillings. I have blueberry cream cheese from last week. I’ll use that,” he smiled talking to himself.
Once everything was done he he packed up the challah bread and added a couple bagels to be nice. Then grabbed and filled his two bagels before he ran out the door. Two bags, his gym bag and his water bottle in hand. Atsumu placed everything in his car as he zoomed off to Osamu and Rin’s place. Honestly he could have walked. It was only 5 min away, but he had a practice to get to. Atsumu parked and grabbed the bag with the bread. Locking the door with his fob as he approached the front door. He knocked and a well dressed Rin opened the door. “Wow you guys take date night seriously. A suit?,” said Atsumu. Rin chuckled. “Hey I can look good any day I want. So what brings ya here,” asked Rin leaning on the door. “Delivery for the pain in my ass,” teased Atsumu as he held out the bag. Rin looked back to see if Osamu heard but he didn’t. “Whatcha make this time asked Rin as he was handed the bag. He opened it and saw the bread and bagels. “Wow thank you! You must’ve been busy,” smiled Rin. “It didn’t take that long. Hope ya like it. I have a practice to get to,” smiled Atsumu waving as he left.
When he got the MSBY gym he saw Inunaki walking out of his car. “Just in time,” smiled Atsumu putting his own car into park. “Hey Inuzaki,” called Atsumu and the other looking in his direction and waved. “Hey thanks for coming to help with my receiving. Meian was busy,” he smiled as Atsumu walked up to him. “No problem. I wanna practice my serves,” he smiled as he got out and handed the bagel over. “Where did you find a place this time of night with bagels,” chuckled Inunaki happily taking it. Atsumu got nervous, but hid it well. “Oh uh Samu gave them to me. I was at his place before this,” said Atsumu trying to convince the other. “Oh well tell him thank you for me,” smiled Inuzaki and Atsumu nodded. Inunaki took a bite and smiled wide. “Holy fuck this is so good. Taste freshly baked,” he raved walking inside the gym and Atsumu shrugged taking a bite of his bagel. following the other to the locker room they got changed and started practicing. “One more time,” shouted Inuzaki and Atsumu nodded tossing the ball in the air and doing another jump serve.
It hit 10 when Inuzaki called it. “Let’s stop I’m starving. Thanks again Atsumu,” he said trying to catch his breath. “No problem,” said Atsumu. Both collected the balls and whipped the gym floor. It wasn’t till they were changing when Inuzaki made a comment. “Hey Atsumu do you have a favorite bakery,” he asked and Atsumu got confused. “What do ya mean,” Atsumu asked pulling his shirt over his head. “Not to be weird but you always smell like bread,” teased Inuzaki and Atsumu stiffened. “Uh Yeah. I love bakeries,” joked Atsumu quickly stuffing his stuff into his bag. “Just don’t get too fat on bread,” laughed Inuzaki and Atsumu joined in even though it was forced. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow,” said Inuzaki as he walked out. Atsumu watched him leave. He fell back on the bench chair, running a hand through his hair. “That was close,” he sighed.
After a moment Atsumu stood up, flung his bag over his shoulder and walked back to his car. He made sure to lock the gym behind him and made his way back to his apartment blaring music. He got home and went to clean up the mess in the kitchen. “I should’ve ate before I went,” sighed Atsumu looked inside his fridge. He decided on a frozen pizza and put it in the oven. Cleaning up while the pizza cooked. As he sat down on the couch with his pizza he got a text. It was from Rin.
“Hey Komori told me Sakusa loves fresh bread. I forgot to tell ya when you were over. Do with this information what you will.”
Atsumu lunged forward almost launching the pizza off his lap. His face blushing thinking about Kiyoomi enjoying his bread… he has to make him bread now! But what does he like?! “I know I’ll call Komori. Atsumu quickly dialed only to have a low voice pick up that Atsumu knew too well.
“What do you want Miya,” sighed Kiyoomi and Atsumu started to panic, looking down at his phone he realized he dialed the wrong number. “Miya?,” Kiyoomi asked. “Oh sorry Omi I meant to call someone else uh but since yer here. What’s your favorite type of bread,” he asked hoping Kiyoomi would talk him and not hang up. “Why would I tell you that,” he asked. “Uh I have this new bakery I found and I heard ya loved bread figuered you had recommendations,” Atsumu lied. He lied though his teeth. “If it will end this call faster, I’m partial to ciabatta bread and naan. Is that it Miya,” he asked. “Yeah thanks Omi- he hung up,” said Atsumu looking at his phone. Welp that was embarrassing but his got his answer. He grabbed his plate and ran to the kitchen. “I bet I can make some before morning,” smiled Atsumu as he set his plate down and rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
That morning Kiyoomi got to practice and he noticed Atsumu sleepily lacing his shoes. “What time did he got to bed last night,” thought Kiyoomi as he was about to pass him when a smell hit his noses. He stopped and looked down at Atsumu who still hadn’t noticed. Kiyoomi saw bits of dried dough in his hair, and flour on his shirt that he messily threw in his bag, and he smelled like fresh bread. “Miya,” asked Kiyoomi and Atsumu looked up. Taking a few moments to register who he was before jolting upward. “Oh hi Omi sorry I didn’t sleep well last night! What’s up,” smiled Atsumu with all the energy he could. “Take it down a notch Miya. Why do you smell like bread,” asked Kiyoomi. Atsumu tried to hide his nerves as he quickly shut his locker. “I’ll tell ya after practice,” he said quickly before almost running out of the locker room. Atsumu got on to the court and wiped his brow. “Smooooooth,” he said to himself. Kiyoomi watched him leave. Rolling his eyes, he went back to getting ready.
Kiyoomi kept his eye on Atsumu. Seeing how the setter was obviously tired. His serves were decent, but the power wasn’t really there. “Did he bake me bread,” thought Kiyoomi thinking about the box he saw in his locker. Then quickly dismissing it. “He probably just bought it. Maybe he tried to bake but failed. That would explain the dough in his hair and the flour,” Kiyoomi was distracted and missed the ball. “Sakusa, Atsumu get it together,” yelled Meian and they both yelled yes in return. It wasn’t till after practice Kiyoomi noticed how Atsumu seemed almost frantic. Getting ready to leave as quickly as possible. “Looks like he got a second wind,” thought Kiyoomi. Atsumu slipped his shoes on and got the box from his locker. There was hesitation as he watched Kiyoomi from the corner of his eye. “It’s now or never,” thought Atsumu as he walked up to Kiyoomi and waited for the spiker to acknowledge him. “Hm?,” said Kiyoomi making eye contact. His attention turning to the shoe sized box in Atsumu’s arms. “Hey Omi I got ya something,” he smiled. “You got me something? Why,” asked Kiyoomi his face stoic as usual. “Uh Cuz we’re friends. Anyway here I gotta go,” said Atsumu practically shoving the box into Kiyoomi’s hands before once again booking it out the door. Leaving Kiyoomi confused. “If this is a prank I swear to god,” he thought as he set the box down on the bench and opened it.