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"For the last time Sunarin, I ain't got time for ya"
"Listen here you scrub, I'm only asking you because you're unfortunately related-"
"Who are you talking to?"
A stoic voice on the other end of the line abruptly leaves the last words of Suna's sentence hang mid air. It really isn't rocket science to figure out that the voice belonged to none other than Sakusa Kiyoomi.
"Ah just some amateur model agency needing to boost their public image, nothing to worry bout." Atsumu replied in a sickening sweet voice.
"I told ya once and will tell ya again, I ain't no chef." He snaps again at Suna before ending the call.
Suna was at a lost. Osamu had been late for work. It was a peculiar sight indeed so undoubtedly, nothing normal will come out of that. To his dismay, the now brown-haired twin had caught a cold and was helplessly whimpering in his sleep while burying himself in the duvet. Suna could hardly recall the last time he'd seen Osamu ill since the latter gave his health precedence a little over food. And we all are aware of his love of enjoying delicacies. So him being sick was an abnormal sight and more unfortunately, Suna hasn't touched a pot in the span of five years after graduation since both him and Osamu were living together.
"Shit" Suna curses to himself before pacing back and forth in the living room quietly so as to not disturb the sickling.
He tried google of course, but the recipes made no sense. He even watched youtube videos but most of them were angled so that the cooks could show off their curves and not the cuisine itself. He should have reported their videos right there and then but he wasn't that short-tempered, was he?
Having that said, asking Atsumu was sort of his last resort. Atsumu sure is a pain in the ass but he was (sadly) related to Osamu, there was hope that he had too picked up a few cooking skills whilst living with his brother right? But the faux blond kept hanging up on him, call after call claiming to be 'busy'.
Alright alright, Suna knew why he got hung up on. But how was he supposed to know that Sakusa and Osamu's doppelgänger was horny at this time in the fucking morning? And isn't his brother's wellbeing more important than sex? He kept saying that Osamu will get better soon but the thing is, he had been dead still in bed the whole time. Damn it, he should have told Osamu off last night when he insisted on staying back in the restaurant to calculate some stocks.
The black-haired once again found himself scrolling through his social media feed, an unconscious habit that he did whenever he was too lost in thought. Then he saw it, a picture his libero just upload. The picture itself wasn't anything relevant but the person that posted it was godsend. In a dash, Suna dialed Komori's mobile and instantaneously got connected to the call.
"Rin? Missed me already?" Komori wasted no time teasing Suna, but Suna wasn't in the ideal state of mind to contradict him.
"Look Motoya, I need your help."
"Ooh, THE Suna Rintarou needs my help? Well then, how could I ever deny you my dear friend."
Suna grunted which earned a chuckle from Komori. Komori was a great friend, the type to always lend a hand if needed, that is, all the while teasing the heck out of you.
Suna inhaled sharply and said "Osamu's sick and I-I don't know how to cook..." his voice trailed off and with that, all the bluntness that his words would casually hold on a mundane day too faded away.
Even with the distance between them, the silence signaled that Komori was quirking an eyebrow. "You dont know how to cook?"
"No"
"Lucky for you, I'm a great chef. Now what do you want to make?"
"Uhh chicken noodle soup, Samu always makes it for me when I'm sick."
"Aww young love, how disgusting. Anyways, get your ass ready, we're going grocery shopping. See you at 7 o'clock sharp."
As the call disconnected, Suna was left bewildered. Grocery shopping. He had done it countless times but never without Samu. He was starting to inquire whether he himself had been too reliant on his boyfriend. But needless, he ought to get ready if he wanted to prepare food in time for lunch.
He quickly toss together an outfit, somewhere between his and Samu's clothes. They often share their clothing because, I mean, why not? And before Suna left, he made sure to send a message to inform Samu for the fear that the latter awoke to a abandoned house and tries to scramble his way to work.
"Rintarou! Weather's nice innit?"
"Yea yea, now what do we need to get again?"
Suna said as he shortens the distance between him and his Libero, phone obviously in hand just in case his boyfriend noticed his disappearance.
"Now the ingredients are simple, get a cart and let's go"
Suna complied with zero to no resistance. It has been a while since he stepped foot into a supermarket without the presence of his foodaholic boyfriend. It felt considerably empty and foreign. Although he had Komori who was ushering him to keep up while he ducked between isles to retrieve the goods, he couldn't help but let his mind wander to his sick partner lying in his death bed at home.
The shopping trip finally concluded after what seemed like ages, and Suna ended up single-handedly carrying both of the bags (including Komori's weekly supply of food) as they walked back to his apartment. Komori had been there a few times actually, whenever they had parties and the like, but without the usual ruckus, Komori was also kinda stiff. However he quickly shook it off once he remembered his mission - teaching Suna how to make chicken noodle soup.
They commenced slowly and full of Komori's laughter of how oblivious Suna was when it came to culinary. I guess that having a chef boyfriend had it's perks and drawbacks, though, I personally wouldn't mind the demerits. Anyways, Suna stumbled helplessly in the kitchen, totally a alien to the layout even though it was in his own house. Osamu always had him sit in the living room while he cooked so he never made his way through this particular area, let alone spend much an adequate amount of time here to maneuver with ease.
He strived to curb any noises during the whole process, always glancing over the bedroom door to check if Osamu was stirred awake by Komori's stupid laughter. He even sliced his finger a slightest bit but it miraculously didn't sting, nothing could feel worse than knowing his boyfriend was terribly ill all because he wasn't persistent enough to stop him from working overtime.
At long last, he had a presentable pot of soup that was ought to help Osamu feel better. Despite Komori being there the entire time, he refused to directly take part in the cooking what-so-ever because 'it will only taste good if it was made with love'. Hence he observed Suna while instructing him instead. He left promptly after the pot came to a final simmer and Suna really should thank him properly by not slamming a serve in his face to wipe that cocky smile of his during the next practice.
"Rin?"
He barely had time to even taste the mixture as he looked over his shoulder to the be meet by a sleepy silhouette standing at the foot of the bedroom door.
"What 're ya doin'?" The slouching figure dragged his legs towards the kitchen in an unstable gait as Suna hastily jumped to his feet and ran over to support him. Osamu was warm, the fever must have lowered down. Thank god.
"Making food for my boyfriend." He replied with a tight smile while his insides bubble from anticipation.
"What?" His eyes widen. It wasn't exactly the reaction Suna had been waiting for but the look on his face made up for it. It was a complexion between dubious and petrified. He darted his eyes and straighten his back, attempting to run to his prized possession only to be held in place by two strong arms around his waist.
"Hey, you need to rest. Don't worry, I'd never burn your kitchen." Suna mumbled behind him while burying his face in the latter's shoulder like a huge koala, or a backpack (I personally prefer koala though).
"Yeah right, ya barely know how to turn on a fucking stove." The tone words were harsh but there was not really any bite in it.
"Ouch, you shouldn't be yelling at your future husband after he went through the pain to make you lunch babe."
Osamu sighed and stood there in defeat as Suna guided him to the dinning table, requesting him to sit patiently as he brought the food out.
Suna was extremely cautious when plating the food. It seemed as though his senses heightened as he smelled the mouth-watering scent lingering in the air. He also managed to carry it all the way to the table without spilling it too. Definitely an achievement worth to be proud of.
Once they both were comfortably seated, Osamu spared Suna no attention as he eyed the bowl suspiciously. Suna on the other hand, focused on every trivial detail that took place on Osamu's face like the small curve of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes to reassure himself that it wasn't that bad.
It really wasn't that atrocious until Osamu took the first bite. His nose scrunched up and his pupil dilated in dismay. Suna felt his breath hitch and heart hammering inside his ribcage while chanting prayers (he was by no means religious, that was, until this exact moment in time). Osamu, however, didn't utter a word, trying to digest the food and swiftly took a gulp of water upon swallowing.
"How is it?" Suna chewed on the inside of his cheeks. He swore that the wait was dreadful, where was a comment when he needed one?
No answer came, which only cause the situation to be more dire. So he decided to take a spoonful himself.
And as he did, the answers to his questions were provided. The soup was too sweet. Not teeth-rotting sweet but too sweet for a main course. He bashfully lowered his head in despair until a pair of warm hands cupped his face.
"Hey, it's edible and that's what matters. Beside I used to eat the crap Tsumu makes and trust me, it's worst than this."
Shit. Were those tears prickling at the corner ofvhis eyes? A pot of over-sweetened chicken noodle soup shouldn't hold this much powers against him.
"Ya did yer best Rin, and I'm really touched. No cap. I might hafta let ya in the kitchen to be my sous-chef too even if ya made it a bit too sweet."
Osamu was never the type to say things for the sake of others, he was an outspoken jerk, but right then? he was the most precious thing in the universe (according to the hypersensitive Suna Rin).
"I'm never cooking again."
All in all, the young couple finished their lunch and Osamu even had seconds which tugged Suna's heartstrings (as one may guess, he was still an emotional wreck), though he was worried if his Samu was going to get a sweet tooth.
And as for Komori, when getting investigated over what went wrong with the pot Suna made, he only smirked and said: "Truth to be told, you needn't have used sugar for love is the sweetest seasoning".