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"Fuck!"
A groan filled the small kitchen as a metal whisk scraped swiftly against the bowl. Sendou grabbed at the dough, creating a small mound in his hands. He swiftly rolled it into a ball and placed it on the baking tray.
He continued till the pan was filled and the abandoned bowl contained nothing but remnants stuck to its walls. With less grace, he swung the oven open and shoved the tray inside. He started a timer for 10 minutes.
Sendou let out a sigh as he took in the mess he had made of his kitchen. Flour, sugar, and who knows what other ingredients coated the previously marble counters. Turning just slightly Sendou saw the sheer amount of cookies he had just made.
3 other trays lined his island counter, each holding a bout ten cooling delights. His face grew red with frustration making him remember why he had started feeding his anger into baking.
Oliver. Aiku.
This was all his fault! That damn praise he had murmured in an almost vulgar tone into Sendou's ear, that stupid shit eating grin he would flash, and that flirty wink he gives Sendou. How in the world could he concentrate when Aiku constantly distracted him?! They won the match but at what cost?
Sendou sunk into a spot on the tile with his knees close to his chest and arms resting on top. He knew the answer but refused to accept it.
There's no way in hell I could ever like like Aiku, my dream is to marry a Hollywood actress for God's sake! It's stupid of me to even consider that thought… I'm not gay!
The attempt to reinstall his confidence in his sexuality was more or less fruitless. As he sat there in silence doing nothing but over thinking, he decided he should seek some outsider advice.
He took out his phone and dialed the only person he knew would be fluent in this topic. He scrolled through his messages till he landed on Jyubei Aryu.
Jyubei had been closest to Sendou besides the man fueling his current mood. Other than his closeness to the ace, he was well versed in anything to do with emotions or romance. He was Sendou's best bet on figuring this out.
He pressed the "call" button and waited for the others voice to hopefully come through.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Sendou began to gnaw at his nails as he awaited the impending conversation.
"Shuto dear! How might I make your day more glam?" The man, who was certainly glam, said in his usual dramatic tone.
"Hey Jyu... I was wondering if you would be able to help me with a small problem." Sendou started nervously.
"Of course, how might I help you?"
"Well." he paused before letting everything on his mind spill, "So I've had a hard time concentrating during practice because of fucking Aiku. He's infuriating! He teases me nonstop calling me his "little fox" and gives me that shit eating grin every time! He constantly says things to me in a weird lewd tone that I know he does to tick me off!"
"Have you ever thought that maybe he does these things because he adores you?"
"I.. w.. what are you even saying?! Aiku would never like me like that, and I would never like a guy in the first place."
"Really? My dear I've seen you on the field. You turn a fair pink color every time he interacts with you. Honestly, I was beginning to think you weren't entrusting me with a possible secret relationship between you two," a pout evident in his voice.
"I'm not gay! I wasn't flushed because of him it was-"
Before Sendou can finish that last statement Jyubei chimes in over the phone.
"My dear you need to reconsider that declaration. you clearly harbor feelings you're denying.”
He paused only to start again a moment later.
“If you're confident in it though tell me. What is one thing that you like about girls- not something bland, but actually makes your heart skip a beat or two?"
Sendou opens his mouth, then closes it. What did he like about girls? I mean they're hot and cute, but that doesn't "make his heart skip a beat". Sendou thinks hard but that's all that comes to mind. He prepared himself for the response he was sure to get for such a vague, lukewarm answer.
"I like-"
As he forms the sentence in to the air, the timer for his previously forgotten cookies blares in the kitchen. Sendou quickly stands up from the spot he had been pretty much been sulking in to pull his cookies out.
The oppressive heat rolled out of the oven as he reach inside the pull the pan out. He turned the oven off and began to set down the 4th tray to his collection on the island.
"You're stress baking aren't you?" Jyubei almost groaned at the antics that were definitely going on.
The disappointed tone seemingly echoed through the small apartment. It sent shivers done his spine to know he had been caught. He fumbled with the pan as he murmured a small yes . Jyubei could do nothing but sigh.
"Listen I'm not going to tell you who you find glam, but to me it sounds like you're not following your true feelings,” The man spoke in a more serious lit.
Sendou sat there for half a second, connecting the dots between his attitude around Aiku and the conversation he just had. Utter disbelief colored his face as he realized just how blind he truly was. He stood there stunned before inching his mouth open to utter his discovery.
"I like Aiku...don't I?"
"Ragingly I'm afraid"
Silence took center stage for a minute or two before Jyubei stole the spotlight.
"Just how many cookies did you make?"
"Um, like 40..."
"You're extremely whipped for him. You know that, right?"
Sendou whined at the comment which only made the latter chuckle.
"Though I would love to forever grace you with my presence, my sweet Shoei requests my attention. Goodbye Shuto, mwah."
"Bye Jyu, mwah"
Sendou's face was stained with a fond smile as he hung up. Though he had realized his "new found" attraction to Aiku, there was another problem. He's eyes scanned the counter, looking at apparently 40 cookies. His hands stretched to pick up a warm cookie off the pan. He took a bite and damn were they good.
Sendou had always had a passion for baking and his stress-baking sessions were no exception to lack quality. The treat was crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside. The mixed in chocolate chips added to the texture and complimented the flavor of the dough.
He sighed as he finished the cookie. 39 cookies . He came to the conclusion he should bring some for the team as there was no way he was going to be able to finish them all.
Sendou pulled out a container from the cupboard, and placed the fully cooled cookies in to give out after practice.
The remaining 15 sweets were placed on a plate for himself. He threw all the utensils he had used in the process in the dishwasher. Sendou then grabbed some cleaner and a towel to tackle the mess covering the counters.
With the mess finally cleaned, he was left exhausted. He padded over to his bathroom, and started a bath to soak in. Once he deemed it ready, he stopped the water he stripped.
He let the warmth of the water consume him as he descended into it. He let out a satisfied sigh. Pink hair was quickly lathered along with fair skin shortly after.
He finished his bath with haste as sleep was quickly devouring him. He tugged on an oversized hoodie and boxers. He crawled into bed and let the fuzzy feelings disappear and closed his eyes.
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After getting ready and grabbing his stuff he started for practice. During his lengthy walk his mind couldn't help but wander to Aiku.
How would he look today? Would he tease him about making cookies for their team? Would he give him the praise he yearned for?
Pink hair was tossed side to side at that last dumb thought. What should matter is doing his best during practice. With new found determination he finally arrived at said practice. Entering the locker room he gently set his bag down his bag that contained both his uniform and cookies from last night.
Without wasting a second he slipped his uniform on and began tying his cleats on. As he stood up from the bench he had been occupying, he was greeted with a familiar face.
Walking into the locker room was the subject of last night's conversation. All that confidence quickly saw itself out at the sight. Aiku looked even more handsome than usual. Sendou made eye contact with him causing Aiku to smile.
"Good morning, pretty ," Aiku said with a growing smile.
Fuck..