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"Daichi!" Suga calls as he half-runs, half-skips across the gym after practice. "I found this really cute new cafe that opened near the library."
Daichi makes a vague noise of affirmation as he disassembles the volleyball net, turning towards his very happy boyfriend as he continues to ramble. "It's got so many cute seasonal drinks, I'm gonna try them all!"
"Oh?" Daichi asks as he finally manages to unhook the net and fold it. "What kind of drinks?"
"Oh, you know, the typical holiday shit." Suga waves his hand around. "Hey, maybe we should put up Christmas decorations in the gym, that'd be fun. The other guys would get a kick out of it. We could make them put them up."
Daichi has a brief vision of Tanaka and Nishinoya attempting to put up Christmas decorations, shudders, and decides to redirect the conversation towards slightly less terrible ideas. "What are you going to try first?"
Suga shrugs. "Welllll, I don't really like peppermint, so I think I'm going with the tiramisu coffee—"
"The—" Daichi interrupts abruptly, and Suga looks over at him. "The...what?"
"It looks so fancy!" Suga says excitedly, now taking his phone out to show Daichi and showing him a very blurry picture of a latte. "It has whipped cream and a ladyfinger on top and—"
"No, no, no," Daichi says, throwing the volleyball net onto the ground and leaning over to look at the blurry tiramisu latte. "Rewind. What the fuck is tiramisu coffee?"
"It's..." Suga's now looking at him like he's the biggest idiot in the world. He's not the idiot here! Suga's the one being the idiot! "Like a fancy coffee? It's tiramisu flavored. Y'know—tiramisu, the Italian dessert, the one with—"
"Yeah, I got that bit," Daichi sighs, trying to figure out a polite way to call his boyfriend an idiot without calling his boyfriend an idiot. "But tiramisu is a coffee flavoured dessert. You use espresso to make tiramisu, that's what makes it tiramisu. A tiramisu flavoured coffee is just coffee. Like—the whole point of tiramisu is that it tastes like coffee, but elevated, kind of."
His amazing explanation fails to do anything productive. Suga is now getting visibly annoyed. "No, no, it's got fancy stuff on top!!" He waves his phone around vigorously, nodding his head while he's doing it. "They add stuff to it—they put a swirl of whipped cream on top and cocoa powder—"
"But the coffee is just coffee favored," Daichi groans, leaning over and picking the volleyball net back up, heading towards the storage closet. "What are they gonna put in it that won't taste like normal coffee? Maybe a bit of—like, chocolate or vanilla but—tiramisu is literally just coffee flavoured. It's just gonna taste like normal coffee, Suga, I don't see the point."
"THEY PUT A LADYFINGER IN IT, DAMMIT!!" Suga screeches distantly, evidently having decided to not follow Daichi towards the storage closet and instead deciding to stay right where he was, stamping his foot while he's at it.
"A ladyfinger is just a vanilla cookie!" Daichi shouts back while he tries to tetris all of the things in the storage closet in order to fit the net. "It won't change the flavor, it's still going to be just coffee flavored coffee! And—why would you even put a cookie in coffee, it's just going to get soggy. At least put it on the side."
"GODDAMMIT!" Suga screams, and Daichi hears more dramatic foot stomping. "YOU'RE RUINING MY SEASONAL DRINKS!! HOW DARE YOU IMPLY MY TIRAMISU COFFEE'S GOING TO BE SHIT!"
Daichi wonders if it's too late to rescind his feelings about his boyfriend. "I'm not saying it's not going to be good," he calls back, finally managing to balance the things inside the closet. He shoves it closed, turning back to Suga and walking back towards him. "I'm just baffled by the decision to promote a—coffee flavored coffee. What's the point of that?"
All his boyfriend does is turn his nose up, cross his arms, and huff, "Sometimes talking to you feels like a punishment."
"Hey—"
And then Suga spins on his heel and marches out of the gym, leaving a very confused Daichi staring after him.
—
"Come here," Suga calls one day before school, a week later. Daichi hikes his backpack further up his shoulder and walks over to see what his darling boyfriend wants.
"What?" he asks, and he promptly gets a coffee cup shoved underneath his nose. It's still piping hot, and it has a slowly melting swirl of whipped cream on top, with cocoa powder dusted across it. There's a ladyfinger cookie nestled in the whipped cream, but it sinks down into the light brown liquid as Suga hands the drink to Daichi.
"Taste this," Suga instructs, hands on his hips. "What do you think?"
"Oh, for..." Daichi sighs, rolls his eyes, and then takes a long sip of the drink. It is decent coffee. It tastes vaguely like tiramisu, in that a tiramisu mainly tastes like coffee. "Yeah, well, it tastes like vanilla coffee. It's good."
"Does it taste like tiramisu?" Suga asks eagerly, and Daichi sighs once more.
"Of course it does, it tastes like coffee—ugh." Daichi shoves the coffee back towards his boyfriend. "You try it."
So Suga takes the cup back and sips it slowly, his brows furrowing more and more the longer he drinks the coffee.
"So?" Daichi asks impatiently, tapping his foot against the ground as Suga makes a visibly annoyed face. "What do you taste? Do you see my point? That it literally just tastes like normal coffee?"
"Maybe," Suga says, still annoyed and unwilling to admit that Daichi is right. "But it has a ladyfinger in it! It just..." He looks down at the light brown coffee, swirling it around in the cup a little bit. "Sunk in. It's in there somewhere. At the bottom."
And then he hands the cup back to Daichi, crossing his arms and heading towards the school's entrance.
"Wait—" Daichi looks down at his boyfriend's coffee, then up at his boyfriend, who is fully just walking into school. Daichi speedwalks to catch up to him, not even caring about the coffee that spills out as he does. "Why do I have this?"
"I don't like coffee," Suga declares simply.
"Oh my god." Daichi takes another sip of the coffee, feels a very coffee-soaked bit of ladyfinger hit the back of his mouth, and nearly gags. What a horrible marketing decision on the part of the coffee shop. This is a horrible customer experience. "The soggy chunks of ladyfinger don't help its case."
"I just wanted a fun drink," Suga says, and he looks so distraught about not being able to enjoy his tiramisu latte that Daichi finishes the entire thing just so it won't go to waste.
—
"I have a surprise for you," Daichi says that weekend, holding up a plastic bag for Suga to see. "Because you seemed really down about your mediocre tiramisu coffee."
He had texted Tendou on where places to get good tiramisu were in Miyagi, because Tendou knew a lot about random stuff like that. Instead of anything remotely helpful, he had gotten a very long, very detailed ramble about the proper way to eat tiramisu, about how it should be allowed to rest for multiple days to let the flavors meld together, about how people who make tiramisu with sheet cake and not ladyfingers are lame, about how you should always use mascarpone and not cheat by using cream cheese.
Daichi was left to wonder why Tendou knew so much about Italian desserts if he was part French, and Tendou's response to that was to say he was just cool like that. And yet, after all that, Tendou did not know any good places to get tiramisu. So Daichi just went to the first Italian restaurant he saw and got tiramisu to-go.
Suga's eyes light up, and he digs the white styrofoam box out of the bag. "You're the best boyfriend ever," he coos as he rummages through the plastic bag for utensils. "I love you so much."
"That's what I'm here for," Daichi sighs, but he smiles as Suga excitedly opens the box, eyes going wide in anticipation.
And then his boyfriend's eyes narrow in suspicion, and he says, in a mildly devastated voice: "Why does it look like someone already ate it?"
"What—?" Daichi cranes his head to look, and he finds—
He finds the tiniest fucking piece of tiramisu in the styrofoam container. It is comically small. It is perhaps one eighth of the entire container. It is extremely squished. He knows that none of his demon siblings ate the tiramisu, because he slapped a sticky note onto the bag threatening their livelihoods if they touched it. The bag had not moved an inch in the twenty-four hours it spent in the fridge.
The only conclusion: the Italian place Daichi got this teeny-tiny tiramisu from somehow managed to fuck his order up. They had one job, and they fucked it up.
"That," he says through his teeth, trying his best to tamp down his rage. "Costed thirteen hundred yen. I am never going back to that place."
"You wanna bite?" Suga asks, holding a spoonful of tiramisu up to Daichi's mouth. "It actually tastes pretty good."
So Daichi sighs, takes the spoonful of tiramisu, chews it, swallows it, and thinks—
Well, at least the actual tiramisu tastes better than whatever the fuck tiramisu-flavored coffee is supposed to be.