Cake Shop - M. Atsumu

08 - Baking

"Atsumu-san, I hope you know you have to crack the egg first," Mayumi stated with much disappointment as she watched Atsumu place an egg into his empty mixing bowl.

"Of course I know that, I'm not dumb," he immediately argued, hurriedly picking the egg up again and proceeding to smash it against the countertop roughly.

For Mayumi, watching Atsumu in the kitchen was the equivalent of chipping away her baker's soul.

Before the egg could shatter into a hundred pieces of crumpled egg shell fragments, she reached over to grab his hand, effectively halting him mid-motion.

"Here, let me help you," she offered, giving him a hard stare when he showed signs of protesting.

If there was one thing she dreaded, it was remnants of raw egg getting strung across her countertops; right now, that was very much a possibility.

"Why did you suddenly want to learn how to make a cake anyways?" Her hand gently slid over his, guiding it towards the counter with less force than he was previously planning to use - just enough to successfully crack the egg.

The blond had just showed up at the shop one day, requesting that she helped show him how to bake a cake, giving no explanations whatsoever.

In the end, after several minutes of contemplation, she agreed, which lead them both here.

"I can't tell yer," Atsumu replied, pushing down the wave of heat that overcame his entire body when her hands closed over his. He still couldn't fathom why her smallest of touches felt like an electricity to him, making his heart jostle with nervousness.

However, his efforts turned futile when she suddenly locked her gaze onto him. His complexion may have appeared unaffected but inside, his heart began to accelerate as he stared back at her with complete mesmerization.

"What, did y'a finally notice my attractiveness," he joked after several moments of silence, chuckling to hide his flusteredness.

Mayumi blinked innocently, almost as if she had realized something.

"Oh, you are very attractive Atsumu-san," she waved casually, "but I was thinking about how you got flour on yourself when we haven't got to that step yet."

Instantaneously, a burst of color bloomed across his cheeks. "O-oh," he stammered, causing Mayumi to laugh before leaning back in.

"I'll get it."

Placing a hand onto his shoulder to steady herself, she briefly slid her thumb over his cheek, wiping off the fine powder - almost too briefly for his liking.

There was something about her touch that Atsumu found comfort in but sadly, it ended before he got the chance to savor it.

"For someone with a brother who owns an Onigiri shop, you're awfully bad at cooking Atsumu-san," she noted, dusting the flour off her hands and grabbing a whisk.

When she finally turned back around, she was met with a smirking Atsumu who practically towered over her with his athletic frame. Out of instinct, her hands moved back to grasp the counter behind her and she inched back, expecting him to do the same.

Only, instead of stepping back, the setter moved even closer - to the point where their noses were just centimeters apart - causing her lower back to press against the cold marble as she tried to keep distance.

"Y'a know," the setter whispered huskily, his hair tickling her cheek softly as he moved to place his lips beside her left ear, "I'm bad at cooking, but there's other things I'm very good at."

His eyes darkened when they landed on the light blush that dusted her cheeks, his body aching with a strong desire to make her exhibit an even deeper shade of red.

How lovely she would look.

He nearly groaned when her hands touched his lightly, like a butterfly would when landing a flower.

"There are other things I'm good at too Atsumu-san," she started, bringing his large hand up with her smaller ones, "but lets focus on cooking."

She slid the whisk into his open hand, pressing the cool metal against his palm before pushing his fingers close and giving him a pat, "be carefully not to whisk the egg yolk, just the egg white."

He watched dumbly as she ducked under his arms to move towards the other side of the kitchen, giving no hints of disconcertment except for the rosy blush still lingering on her cheeks.

Atsumu, on the other hand, still couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Fuck," he cursed, lifting his hand to caress the parts that she had so gently maneuvered.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he processed Mayumi saying something about grabbing an item from the other room, but it ended up blurring into a mix of indistinguishable vowels and consonants.

His hawk like gaze, however, remained clear as day as it bore into her back until she was finally turned the corner and went out of sight.

Immediately, his knees buckled, allowing his to slide towards the floor, all curled up. His right hand tightened around the whisk while he buried his face into his other. He brought his knees closer to his chest, recalling her temptingly pink lips and almost bashful expression that he knew would haunt him in his dreams that night.

"She's too much," he mumbled, his beet red ears poking out beneath his blond locks.

"Too ravishing."

Baking: a method of preparing food that uses dry heat, typically in an oven, but can also be done in hot ashes, or on hot stones.