the cosmos taste like raspberries | haikyuu, 18+

IV

And thus the cycle begins. At least twice a week, you film a segment of the documentary with Satori, then go home with him to spend the night. Most nights consist of the both of you cuddled up under a fortress of blankets binging anime or reading manga. Some nights, you two would cook together; you teach him how to cook the perfect bowl of ramen while he teaches you how to properly frost a cake.

One particular night, you find yourself caged in between Tendou's arms and his kitchen countertop. He has his hands gently placed on top of yours as he helps you chop up raspberries.

"Satoriiii," you whine, "you can let go now. I know you're the expert here but I know how to cut up fruit!"

He reluctantly lets go of your hands and leans back on the counter, facing you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop. I can get a better view of you from this angle anyways," he says, smirking.

You playfully bump your hip against his. "What are we making anyways?" you say, examining the red berry.

"It's a secret."

"Is this because of the little fun fact I told you during our second interview?" you tease.

"Maybeee!" He chimes back. "I know how much you miss chemistry, and because I can't bring you to a lab, I decided to bring the lab to you! You know, minus the hazardous chemicals and shit. Even still, doesn't making chocolate kinda feel like you're a chemist again, mixing ingredients to make the perfect concoction?"

"Hm," you respond. "Never thought of it like that, but I guess it does!"

You turn to face Tendou and hold the berry up to your eye-level. You close one eye and start cross-examining the berry against Tendou's face. "You know," you say to him, "your hair is the same color as this raspberry. Your eyes too."

Tendou grabs your hand to lower the berry and comes within inches of your face. "Nice observation, pretty girl. I guess this is just further proof that I'm the universe, hmm?"

You scoff at his joke. "Ha-ha. Very funny," you say as you mix heavy cream into a bowl with the chopped raspberries.

"Or maybe," Tendou adds, "I'm not the universe. But rather, I'd like to be your universe, your cosmos, your shining star!" Tendou leans with one arm on the counter.

Shit, you think to yourself, this motherfucker is so cheesy all the damn time. But he's also so damn cute. I'm really in over my head.

"Oh!" Tendou exclaims, flailing both of his arms in the air. "The chocolate is probably firm enough now!" Tendou maneuvers around you and pulls out a tray of chocolates from the fridge, all hollow, mini-bowl looking structures and their flat circular disk counterparts.

"Is the raspberry crème ready?" he asks. You nod and he grabs a piping bag from the cabinet and fills it up.

"Alrighty, are you ready, beautiful? I'm gonna teach you how to properly pipe the filling into chocolates." You take your position in between his arms again, as his hands find their way back on top of yours.

"The key to making sure you don't have any air pockets in the chocolate," Tendou whispers, and you feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear. Immediately, the hairs on your nape start to stand up at this newfound intimacy. "Is to apply pressure to the chocolate shell and let the filling spill out. Because of the pressure, it will take up every nook and cranny of the chocolate."

Tendou lightly squeezes your hands, which causes filling to flow out of the piping bag. After a few short seconds, you finish the first chocolate.

"Perfect! That's my girl," Tendou praises you. "Now, take some of the melted chocolate and brush the edges of the chocolate shell to attach it to the chocolate disk piece."