To the surprise of almost everyone, Hinata and Kageyama were excellent cooks. The two had managed to whip up delicious bowls of ramen, which were now sitting in front of everyone, steaming with enticing smells and spices.
They had decided on their second day in the house that everyone would have an assigned night to cook dinner, and the instant Asahi and Nishinoya returned (welding several stuffed bags of groceries), the two boys set to work. They immediately set to work, moving in silent sync to prepare the meal. Their silly outfits were instantly forgotten.
"Hinata! I didn't know you could cook!" Sugawara exclaimed in between bites of the warm noodles. The redhead beamed, the praise from his pack making him feel ten feet tall. Kageyama patted his omega's thigh, gazing towards Yamaguchi, who was busy drinking the broth from his bowl as if it were a cup. The freckled boy finally set the bowl back down, happily wiping at his mouth and flashing everyone a smile.
"Kageyama, you got to eat his food whenever you want? That's so not fair!" The green-haired man said, waving his water cup around aimlessly in his hand. Tiny droplets escaped from the top, leaving small speckles on Tsukishima's pj pants. Kageyama grumbled quietly at the remark, folding his arms childishly.
"I helped make it too, you know!" He explained. Hinata rubbed his bicep comfortingly while laughing at his grumpy demeanor.
"Kageyama's a good cook too, but he's always angry-cooking. I cook with love, that's what makes it taste good!" Hinata said, smiling brightly and pecking his mate's shoulder. The table erupted into a fit of laughter, even managing to pull a chuckle from Tsukishima. The sound died quickly, however, as everyone began to demolish their dinner. The pack always ate as if they had been starving for days.
"How was everyone's day?" Daichi asked after everyone had calmed down. Nishinoya instantly brightened, his deep brown eyes nearly sparkling.
"Mine was awesome! Ryu and I had three new clients, all huge guys! Baseball players, I think. But one of them was giving me a real hard time, 'cause when I was trying to assess his skill level, he couldn't do one of the stretches. And then he got super mad at me, and was all "I'm not going to be bossed around by an omega." And oh, I wanted to punch his lights out! But then, out of nowhere, Hara snuck up behind me!"
"Hara?" Yamaguchi, interrupted, confusion etched into his face.
"Yeah! That gigantic boxer I've been training for a few months now! Anyways, he came up behind me and the guy was trying to get him on his side, but Hara totally stuck up for me and told the guy off. You should have seen the look on his face! He hightailed it out of there faster than I could think. But we got his money, so who cares?" Nishinoya exclaimed, high-fiving Hinata as he concluded his story. Everyone had a look of simultaneous bewilderment and familiarity written on their faces, as Nishinoya's antics were nothing new. Asahi visibly tensed up after hearing the story, angry with the fact that another alpha was messing with his mate. He knew deep down that he had little to worry about, as Nishinoya was a fighter, but he couldn't help the overpowering wave of possessiveness and aggression crash over him.
Luckily for him, Asahi's sudden mood change went unnoticed by the table. Dinner was finished soon after, and Nishinoya scrambled to the kitchen to present a little surprise for the pack.
"Garigari-Kun Popsicles! I thought we could eat them outside or something and play volleyball!" The tiny omega beamed, extending a chilly package into Hinata's awaiting hands. The two looked to Daichi, who over the past couple of days had unquestioningly fallen into the position of head alpha. He gave the two boys a smile and a nod, and they rushed outside without hesitation. Everyone else followed, grabbing their own popsicles from the abandoned box on the counter. Their sliding glass door had been left wide open, the warm summer breeze permeating around the house. Outside it was warmer-not the sticky kind of warm that makes a person want to immediately retreat into the house, but the balmy kind of warm that makes a person itch for the outdoors.
