Not intended

8: it's a crisis

"He was so pretty," Atsumu says with a sigh.

Osamu gives him a grossed out look. "Ya didn't even see his face."

Atsumu snorts, "I don't need to see his face, I just needed to see his lips."

"Don't tell me ya kissed a stranger."

"He's not a stranger," Atsumu says with a scoff, "His name's Omi and he likes lemon cake."

Osamu just shakes his head, "This isn't like you though?"

"What do you mean?" Atsumu says without looking up, mixing the batter. He vowed yesterday that he would make a lemon cake late at night in case Sakusa took up his offer and decided to come visit.

"Ya don't kiss strangers. Hell ya don't even kiss in a relationship."

"I do kiss!"

"Tsumu yer a prude."

Atsumu looks up to give him a glare before he goes back to kneading.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Osamu continues.

"Every time you have kissed somebody all I heard were complaints. Like their breath smelled, or they used too much tongue it felt like a flapping fish."

"Ah, I remember him," Atsumu says with a grimace.

"That's not the point" Osamu says while rolling his eyes, "All I'm sayin is that I've never seen ya kiss someone with no complaints."

Atsumu freezes. Because he knows Osamu was right. For the first time, he wasn't critiquing a kiss, he wasn't trying to find anything wrong with it. He just knew he wanted to do it...again and again with just him.

"I'm crazy" Atsumu whispers in disbelief, watching the lemon cake in the oven.

"I'm out of my mind"

"Well...yea. Otherwise why would ya be baking a cake for someone that ya don't even know will come."

"You know what would be funny? If he was the king" Osamu says with a snicker.

Atsumu gives him a glare, "Don't talk about Omi like that."

"Kiyoomi" Osamu says with a laugh.

"Yer gonna be dating our king. The one ya bad mouth all the time."

Atsumu gives him a scowl, "Don't remind me, I don't even think he received my damn letter."

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"Kiyoomi, this one just calls you ugly." Komori says, confused looking at the letter beside Sakusa's desk.

Sakusa has a ghost of a smile on his face, "It does."

"So why is it here?"

"Because he wrote it," Sakusa says simply.

"Who? The baker?" Komori says with a wrinkle of his nose.

"His name is Atsumu," Sakusa says with a scowl.

"Hey hey! Calm down. I'm not trying to disrespect him. Remember at the ball all he did was talk bad about you."

"He called me fake," Sakusa says with a laugh.

"And you think it's funny?" Komori says with a scoff, "He shouldn't be badmouthing you to people Kiyoomi. You're the king."

"Yeah but he's right," Sakusa says, looking at himself in the mirror.