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What would you do if you had to bake cookies with someone you despise?
Not many people get thrown into that situation, so the normal person would just suck it up, right? Well, not if you were Sanemi Shinazugawa. He had already tried to get out of it five times, failing each time.
He and Giyuu were given the job of making cookies for the Christmas party, and Sanemi wasn’t happy about it at all.
See, Sanemi had a secret. Like, a really big secret—so big he hadn’t even told Obanai. Hell, he hadn’t told anyone.
He intended to die with this secret.
But that’s not how life works…
No.
Life is cruel. Life throws you into situations you’ll hate. It never lets you keep secrets for long.
But despite that, Sanemi was trying his best to keep it for as long as he could.
…
Sanemi entered the kitchen. Giyuu was already in there, getting bowls and measuring cups out.
Sanemi cleared his throat. “Hi…”
Giyuu looked up from what he was doing. “Oh, hey, Sanemi,” he said.
“Okay, so let’s just get this over with,” Sanemi said, putting an apron on and walking over to the counter where Giyuu was standing.
“We just need to make a couple batches of gingerbread so we can make a gingerbread house and some gingerbread Hashira,” Giyuu said, looking over the instructions.
“Gingerbread Hashira? Like we’re gonna decorate them to look like us?” Sanemi asked, his heartbeat speeding up for some reason.
“Yeah, it’ll be a cute surprise! We can even make the Master’s mansion instead of a normal house!” Giyuu said excitedly.
It melted Sanemi’s heart seeing him happy and filled with such joy… joy. When was the last time Sanemi felt joy?
Maybe the last time he saw Genya and Muichiro playing around, acting like kids…
Maybe when he accepted his feelings for—
“Sanemi?” Giyuu said, interrupting his thoughts.
“What?!” Sanemi said, his tone way more harsh than he had intended.
“Oh… I, uh, just asked if you could get me the butter,” Giyuu mumbled, his voice soft.
“R-right, I’ll get that,” Sanemi said, his face flushing.
…
The gingerbread was in the oven. The sweet scent filled the kitchen nicely.
“So how long do these cookies have to bake for?” Sanemi asked, looking at the oven.
“Twenty-four minutes exactly,” Giyuu said, pushing Sanemi away from the oven.
“Why 24—” Sanemi asked, staring at where Giyuu had pushed him.
“’Cause they will burn if it’s 25,” Giyuu said, checking the time.
“Okay, uh… that makes sense,” Sanemi mumbled, walking over to the counter to prepare the icing.
The oven beeped.
“Oh, looks like they’re ready,” Giyuu said, reaching for the oven mitt.
At the same time, Sanemi reached for the oven mitt.
Their hands… touched.
And for a moment, they didn’t move.
Sanemi looked up and met Giyuu’s eyes.
His face was red.
“Uh, um—shit, I gotta take the cookies out,” Giyuu said, rushing over to the oven and pulling the cookies out with the oven mitt, of course.
They were perfectly baked.
They started on decorating.
…
“Wow, they look amazing,” Sanemi mumbled. “Just like the one who baked them…”
“Huh? No, Sanemi, we baked them together,” Giyuu said cluelessly.
“No, I meant… you’re hot,” Sanemi said, his face flushing.
“Oh gosh, I didn’t know I had a fever…” Giyuu said, sounding concerned.
“DAMMIT, GIYUU!” Sanemi shouted and banged his fist against the table.
All the cookies, other than the ones of them, cracked.
Muichiro’s cracked in half horizontally through the middle.
Mitsuri’s arms cracked off.
Obanai’s face cracked.
Gyomei’s leg broke off.
And Shinobu’s collarbone broke.
The only ones left were Sanemi and Giyuu.
Giyuu laughed slightly. “Well, that turned out well.”
Giyuu picked up the broken Muichiro cookie and started fixing him.
Slowly, Giyuu fixed all of them.
Then he picked up the one of him and Sanemi and made them kiss.
“Uh… what are you doing?” Sanemi asked.
“I dunno… Sanemi, can I tell you something?” Giyuu asked quietly.
“Yeah…” Sanemi said, his heart skipping a beat.
“I like you a lot,” Giyuu mumbled, staring at the floor, waiting for rejection.
“I like you too,” Sanemi said, lifting Giyuu’s chin up.
The two kissed… it was sweet and almost surreal.
“Sanemi, Giyuu, are the cookies ready—oh shit, okay, I’m leaving,” Shinobu said, walking out as quickly as she walked in.
End