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[1foxgiven]

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[1foxgiven]

Maybe other Captains amble in last. Leave the Juniors to groan and haul and set up the nets. But Kita would never ask what he would not do himself. He's first to every single practice this year. Sweeping the floor clean before anyone else even walks in.

Except today.

He pulls up short. Blinking in surprise, then smiling.

"Oh - Osamu, you're early."

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Osamu knows that he can count on Kita to be first to practice, even though he himself is rarely one of the first ones there - unless he and Atsumu have turned arriving to practice into a race, of course. Which isn't the case today, as Atsumu is off talking with their history teacher about his last exam results.

Kita's smile is soft, sweet, radiant- enough to make Osamu feel a little tongue-tied.

"Yeah. Hey, Kita-san. I was waiting for you. I mean, I have something for you." He holds out the meat bun with two hands, a rather formal way of presenting it for someone usually so casual.

"We made meat buns in home ec today, and I had some extras. Wanted to make sure you got one."

He's trying to play it cool, but truthfully Osamu really, really wants Kita to like it.

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The smells of pork and shiitake tease at Kita's nose. Of course he's eaten a proper lunch, but it feels like a long time ago. There's also the fact Osamu cooked this. Wants to share. A fraught topic, when it comes to the Miyas.

So Kita accepts at once.

"Thanks. That was really thoughtful."

He takes a neat bite and chews. Giving it the consideration deserved.

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Osamu doesn't mean to wait with baited breath, but how can he not when it's Kita tasting his food. He worked really hard on balancing the spices that went into the pork, and used some techniques he read about online when it came to filling and closing up the bun. He wanted it to be perfect.

Wants Kita to think that it's perfect, too. And he really can't wait to see his reaction.

"Well, what do you think?"

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"It's good!"

A food critic, Kita is not. But he does have certainty.

"You've made these before?"

The pastry is filled and fluffy, with no awkward air pockets or too-big chunks. This feels like hard work. Especially with the way Osamu fidgets. The same way he does after new plays, waiting for feedback.

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Osamu is definitely not fidgeting. Absolutely not. And if Kita sees anything, no he doesn't.

But his whole body sags with relief when Kita's verdict comes. From him, a chipper "good" is high praise. And the assumption that Osamu has made them before - it means he thinks Osamu's experienced.

"Nah, it's my first time with this recipe," he answers. "I mean, I've helped my mom make buns before, but the filling's new."

I assume Other Miya Interrupts soon?

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"Well, I like it. Thanks again for sharing."

Kita's sure not to waste a crumb. Folds the wrapper into thirds before tossing it in the trash.

"I'm surprised you're taking Home Economics."

With all the travel and training, Inarizaki athletes have a lot of leeway. Home Ec isn't required. Which fools some people into thinking it's easy. Not Kita, of course. A home requires work. (He pretty much tested out on cleaning skills alone but still.)

Works for me!

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Kita's so meticulous with this, as with everything. Osamu figures it would be hard not to fall in love with him, with how much care he puts into all that he does. Even with the simple act of eating, Kita is full of respect.

"I thought it would be easy," Osamu readily admits. "I didn't realize I'd like it so much. It's a lot of fun."

Re: Works for me!

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Kita shakes his head, holding the door open to the locker room. They do need to get changed.

"Really? I'm - "

Except it's a different Miya barreling in. Shoulder-checking his twin, hurling his backpack across the room.

"Haaaaaaa today suuuuuucked. Samu, hurry up!"

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Osamu's hanging off of Kita's every word, except now he's never going to get to find out what Kita is thanks to his idiotic, immature twin. Atsumu all but shoves him into the doorframe leading into the club room, which makes Osamu see red, hurtling in after his twin to grab him by the jacket and give him a good shake.

"Why can't you watch where you're going, you big gorilla?!" He snaps, pissed off that his moment with Kita was ruined. "Why did you hafta be born?!"

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Atsumu shoves back, snarling, "Who's a gorilla - "

"Hey. Save it for practice."

The words are not a shout. Kita still stands at the door. Expression even. Yet the entire world freezes in his disapproval. Icicles go sheeting down the wall, teeth begin chattering. It is possible a penguin wanders by.

He will not have fighting right in front of him.

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Atsumu and Osamu are both tamed by Kita's firm tone and words, immediately ceasing their fighting, the heat dying on their tongues and in their hands. Atsumu feels chastised, and turns to dig into his bag for his gym clothes. Osamu feels even worse off, frustrated that his twin not only got him yelled at by Kita, but that he ruined their moment. Now he's never going to know what Kita was about to say.

Now he'll have to work up the nerve all over again to maybe ask his upperclassman what he thinks. About his maybe pursuing something culinary.

Something Osamu's still struggling to admit to himself. Not even ready to talk to Tsumu about yet.

Fuck Tsumu.

"Sorry, Kita-san" he mutters, before similarly turning to dig his own clothes out of his gym locker.

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They both deserved scolding. One started things, the other escalated. Which feels odd. Not the fighting, but the sudden switch. Osamu seemed fine only a moment ago. Nervous, maybe, but not angry. Is this just a bad day? Or the signs of something deeper?

Kita ponders. For now, all he can do is watch. Be ready for the next fallout.

Gradually the room fills with chatter, shuffling, banging. Kita finds time for everyone. Only a few words, but each one hits the target. Calming the stressed. Fueling up the exhausted. It's what he does every time. Nothing grand or special, just getting Inarizaki ready to work.

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Fighting between the twins isn't that unusual, and if anyone can really push Osamu's buttons, it's Atsumu. But in this case, he's extra upset because his special moment with Kita was ruined by his idiot, single-minded twin. Who is already impossible to talk to when it comes to their future, because he takes volleyball for granted.

Kita is amazing to watch, as the team prepares for practice. He always knows the right thing to say. That's why Osamu wants to talk to him so badly, to hear his advice.

But that will have to wait until after practice. When he gets onto the court, Osamu leaves his thoughts behind and focuses on the physical sensations and his body. He has to play well to stay on the court, on this team of hungry players. And he's not going to let Atsumu outdo him.

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The practice is intense. All energy channeled into play, so that's excellent. Kita leads the final stretches. Not letting anyone rush. The satisfaction of exhaustion spread through legs. Back. Thighs. Finally he releases the team. His team. It still feels strange to think that.

Of course that doesn't mean the day done. He grabs a rag and a storage cart. Scooping up the volleyballs.

"Osamu? Do have a minute?"

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Practice is grueling, but it's a physical distraction that Osamu needs. He relishes in pushing his body to its limit, to get his mind off of everything else. And when it's over he's drained, and his grudge against Atsumu is long forgotten. Now he just resents his twin for being such a rough, demanding setter.

He's somewhat dazed as he's drinking water, until Kita calling his name grabs his attention. He stands up so quickly, he almost falls.

"Yes! Yeah, Kita-san, what do you need?"

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Noting the sway, Kita hands over another bottle of water. Then keeps pushing. Doling out advice as First Years run up with balls. Not just "Good Job" but individual names and observations.

"Date, your blocks are a lot better. Watch your landings. Tsunoda, quit flailing around. You just need to hit it..."

"Thanks, Captain."

"Right, sorry, thanks Captain."

Soon enough the cart is full and Kita turns to Osamu. Sharing what's been saved for him.

"About Home Econ - It's nice, hearing someone else likes those sorts of things."

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Osamu accepts the bottle gratefully, with a murmured 'Thanks.' He wishes he had the energy left to help Kita clean up, though the first years are taking care of that - truly, all Osamu wants is to eat something.

He isn't expecting Kita to pick up that conversation from earlier. Though maybe he should have known better, because Kita never forgets.

"Those sorts of things?" He repeats. "You mean, like, housework stuff? Because I'll be honest, Kita-san, I don't really like cleaning."

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That gets a shrug.

"If you like cooking, cleaning comes with it. That's how it works."

Kita begins inspecting. Turning each ball between his hands, then dropping it in a bounce. They are all either sorted to another cart or put on the floor.

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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.

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"'Liking' isn't the important part. If you don't clean, the tools would be ruined. You couldn't cook. So you do it."

It's not that Kita likes cleaning individual things. Nor does he dislike it. The pleasure comes from knowing the job is done. A goal superseding everything else.

He picks up a volleyball. Points to a scuff across the blue and yellow leather. Dark as a bruise.

"They're dirty. And this one needs air."

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Osamu considers this. Cleaning is a necessary evil in the process, but Kita's right that the emphasis is on necessary. It just startles him, not for the first time, how much more mature Kita is than any other high schooler alive.

Which extends even to the volleyballs. How he notices when they need maintenance. Osamu's pretty sure even the coaches don't pay attention to that.

Kita sees everything, though.

"I can get the air pump," Osamu offers, slowly getting to his feet. They feel less like jelly now, which is nice. "If you need the help?"

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No one else needs to worry. Kita's done it for years. Still, the offer gets a smile.

"I won't turn it down!"

By the time Osamu returns, Kita's sunk deep into cleaning. Lulled by the familiar weight of leather, the stinging smell of cleaning fluid. He turns the ball over and over. A soft cloth working away the black, until bright colors return.

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Osamu heads to the equipment shed to grab the pump, and by the time he gets back Kita is already sitting in a corner and cleaning off volleyballs. The cloth in his hand is already dark with grime, and the sight of it makes Osamu frown.

"Lookin' at that makes me realize that volleyball's kinda gross," he muses, thinking of all the sweat flying around the court and how they throw their bodies down on the floor for receives. Not that he particularly minds, since he's not a neat freak, but the sudden itch to wash his hands is there. "Where're the ones that need air?"

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"It is very gross," Kita agrees. "Why do you think I deep-clean the locker room once a month?"

Which is coming up. He'll need a vacuum. Better ask the janitor about that, as well as floor wax. Making mental notes, Kita looks to a pile of five or six balls. Not missing a beat even as he plans an entirely different project.

"Those do."