[the room's filled with the quiet snip snip of the shears as atsumu does exactly that, clipping the mint plant with an air of concentration.]
I don't like it when I don't know things like this, Kita-san.
[it's not that he's afraid of the uncertain, the unpredictable. those elements are exactly what make volleyball so fun and challenging for him, when other people rise above his expectations and surprise him. no, it's when what should be predictable does the opposite that it bothers him. osamu just happens to be one of those things.
with a resigned sigh, atsumu straightens up, the sprigs of mint in his palm as he offers them to kita.]
[Gently, the leaves are washed. Patted dry. Absently, Kita hums to himself. Absorbed in the familiar process. It's comfortable. Having someone to talk to, instead of the empty kitchen.]
's not your fault. [it's mumbled, atsumu trailing after kita again.
for someone who's always grown up with a sibling around, the quiet of the house doesn't exactly weigh on him, but it's unusual. atsumu tilts his head, listening to the soft hum of kita's voice as he gives a little hum of thought himself.]
Yeah? [there's a sliver of a smile as atsumu reaches for the tool.] Even if I'm intrudin' on your peace?
[it's growing increasingly easier for atsumu to simply stop holding his tongue around kita, giving into the teasing when the urge arises. like now. if he were to think about it, atsumu wouldn't be too surprised by the calming effect kita seems to have on him off the court.]
Can't remember the last time I helped out in the kitchen like this.
[the smile turns into a tiny frown of concentration, atsumu fumbling with the spatula as he turns the vegetables over.]
I dunnnnnno. [kita's probably seen the smirk on atsumu's face enough times before to know it means trouble. proving his point about not getting any rest, ironically.]
Sounds like a lot of work. Do I get some reward outta it?
[leave it to kita to completely turn his mood around. it doesn't even feel so strange to allow himself to relax and banter with him anymore.]
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I don't like it when I don't know things like this, Kita-san.
[it's not that he's afraid of the uncertain, the unpredictable. those elements are exactly what make volleyball so fun and challenging for him, when other people rise above his expectations and surprise him. no, it's when what should be predictable does the opposite that it bothers him. osamu just happens to be one of those things.
with a resigned sigh, atsumu straightens up, the sprigs of mint in his palm as he offers them to kita.]
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Thanks.
[Gently, the leaves are washed. Patted dry. Absently, Kita hums to himself. Absorbed in the familiar process. It's comfortable. Having someone to talk to, instead of the empty kitchen.]
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for someone who's always grown up with a sibling around, the quiet of the house doesn't exactly weigh on him, but it's unusual. atsumu tilts his head, listening to the soft hum of kita's voice as he gives a little hum of thought himself.]
Isn't it strange, coming back to an empty house?
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[Kita enjoys the companionship, but would do just as well on his own. It would simply be different experiences. Neither better nor worse.
Although...]
Is it strange for you?
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Even if our parents aren't home, Samu and I almost always walk home together. Can't get rid of him.
[until now, apparently.]
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[Probably also leads to more unpacking. About why it would bother Atsumu this much. Moving on without Osamu.]
Well. It's nice having someone here, too.
Could you flip the vegetables? The spatula's on the wall there.
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[it's growing increasingly easier for atsumu to simply stop holding his tongue around kita, giving into the teasing when the urge arises. like now. if he were to think about it, atsumu wouldn't be too surprised by the calming effect kita seems to have on him off the court.]
Can't remember the last time I helped out in the kitchen like this.
[the smile turns into a tiny frown of concentration, atsumu fumbling with the spatula as he turns the vegetables over.]
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And I haven't had peace since you joined the team.
[Though Kita's delivery is even, there's no mistake - That was teasing.
Firing back in kind.]
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he stops, stunned, and then barks out a laugh, before clutching rather dramatically at his chest.]
I'm hurt, Kita-san. Are you sayin' I'm a nuisance?
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[Kita may actually smirk. Pleased to get such an explosive response.]
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This feels like a trap. Is there a right way to answer?
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[Chuckling, Kita starts the kettle boiling. Drops mint leaves into a ceramic tea pot.]
Think you can handle setting a table two days in a row?
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Sounds like a lot of work. Do I get some reward outta it?
[leave it to kita to completely turn his mood around. it doesn't even feel so strange to allow himself to relax and banter with him anymore.]
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Of course. The satisfaction of a completed job.
[Well.
What else did you expect from Kita?]
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Was talking about something other than that, but it'll have to be enough this time.
[and even if atsumu doesn't say it, the strengthened connection to kita is a reward on its own, too.]
Wow so DW NEVER showed me this notif?!
[Kita looks up from the tea preparation.
Did he miss some part of the joke?]