Silent Connection

xiv.

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand, it read 1:43 in the morning. I couldn't fall asleep. The boys were supposed to be leaving for their camp in a few hours, and I was worried about Kageyama and Hinata. What if they can't pass their exams? That would mean no training camp for them. And if they did pass...how were they supposed to get there. I really wish someone would have told me how they were going to do that. But I needed to have faith in them, they were going to pass and go to Tokyo.

I sighed as I pulled the covers off of me.

There's no way I can possibly fall asleep with all these thoughts running around in my head.

I got out of the bed and stretched, loosing up my muscles. I had become far too tense trying to sleep with all my thinking. At this point I had just been torturing myself with the thought of sleep. I decided I might as well do something to occupy myself until I become tired.

I trudged out of my room and walked down the stairs. When I get to the kitchen I immediately start getting out ingredients. I decide to make something simple. The smell of something sweet wafting up from the oven was somehow always comforting. Stress baking is the best. Over the past couple of years that's what I've done when I couldn't fall asleep. I make up my mind, settling for cookies.

I start sifting the flour into a large bowl along with some salt and baking soda. When I'm done with that I move onto the butter and sugar. I mix them in in the mixer until it's smooth. I add a few eggs and the flour mixture, along with a few other ingredients. And last but not least, I add the chocolate chips.

I rolled the dough up and placed it in the freezer. At this point I definitely wasn't tired. I thought about trying to take a nap but decided to sit on the couch and watch some tv for a little bit. It worked out since the dough needed about an hour to chill thoroughly.

The timer on my phone went off, signaling that the dough was ready to be baked. I turned the oven on and made sure the temperature was set correctly. Then I pulled out the dough from the freezer and two baking sheets.

This was my second favourite part. I washed my hands and got the dough out and ready. I sliced the dough into sections and began rolling a single section in my hand, forming it into a little ball. I did this with the rest. It was satisfying watching everything form correctly. I finished putting the last cookie dough piece on the pan when the oven dinged, signaling that the oven was up to the correct temperature. I smiled as I placed the sheets into the oven. All that was left to do was wait.

I put the second half of the dough back in the freezer. I didn't want them to just sit out on the counter. I sat back down on the couch, setting a timer on my phone.

Maybe the boys would like some cookies.

I decided I'd get up early and bring them some. After all, I wouldn't be able to see them for a while since they were going to Tokyo.

After fifteen minutes I pulled the cookies out of the oven, placing the second batch in their place. I grabbed a spatula and took the cookies off the pan, setting them on a cooling rack. I put them in little rows, lining them up equally. This was honestly my favourite part. The whole room was filled with the sweet smell, chocolate-y goodness floated around the room. It was calming.

When the second batch was done I placed them on the cooling rack with the others. I smiled down at them. They had turned out perfectly. I turned off the oven and began cleaning the pans, putting everything away when I was done. I didn't want mom or Takeo finding a mess in the morning. When I was finished I let out a yawn. I smiled, deciding it was time to try and sleep again.

When I woke up the next morning, I groaned. It was too early for my alarm to go off. But then I remembered the cookies and training camp. I quickly got up, pulling on a pale-yellow hoodie and some navy shorts. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I decided to put my hair in braids. After redoing each side, a couple of times, I was satisfied. I smiled at myself in the mirror. It didn't look to bad.