Osamu makes a little bit of a face. "I don't think that's really how it works, Kita-san," he argues gently, not trying to step on any toes. "That's the part of cooking I like the least."

But Osamu is diligent about it, so he does clean up after himself when he's in the kitchen. His ma would kick his ass otherwise, and then he wouldn't be allowed to keep experimenting.

"What are you doing?" He asks of his senpai, who seems to be sorting the volleyballs with some unknown criteria in mind.