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“-and that is how my twin brother broke three fingers and his left toe tryna impress a man he is already dating.” Osamu wiped a tear from his eye as he read the comments that were pouring in over the TikTok live he had begun a few minutes prior.
Suna was chortling off screen, trying not to make too much noise but he happened to be there when Atsumu tried to do a dance move he had seen trending and failed miserably. Despite the grotesque injury he ended up with, watching it all happen as his roommates face morphed into varying emotions (all related to horror) was worth hearing as Osamu retold it to the thousands of people that had tuned in to watch him.
“Rin can’t contain himself, y’all hear that?” Osamu asked as he swiveled his mounted camera around just in time for Rin to cover his face with a pillow as he avoided the camera.
“Oi, fuck off-”
“Language!”
“Then leave me alone, you as- astutely inspiring person.” Suna finished, ignoring the nice comment that Osamu muttered which was a compliment for his save.
“Astutely, hm?”
“Yep. Yep. Anyways,” Suna cleared his throat loudly. “What are we making today?”
The camera was put back in it’s spot, one aiming at their hands and another at their faces as the screen split. “I’ve got Rin here with me, as usual. Today we are cooking something Sumu and I always used to eat as kids. It’s a strawberry yuzu dessert. Our ma was friends with this woman who grew the best strawberries, they were as big as our palms and so red and beautiful- we actually got these from her daughter who is runnin’ the place now, I’ve got a link to her store down there.”
“They’re so goddamn good-” Suna groaned as he shoved yet another strawberry into his mouth.
Osamu snatched the bowl from his direct vicinity. “Now, if you have enough left-” He pointed a playful glare at his sous chef. “-then yer going to gather all yer ingredients in front of you. This one is a bit more involved than what we usually do so hopefully anybody followin’ along today has been also followin’ along throughout the day as we prepped stuff. Some of these things were prepared beforehand so y’all didn’t have to sit here on this stream throughout the entire waiting process.”
“It’s taken so long and I just want to eat.” Suna complained, his Fox-like eyes narrowing as he eyed the bowl of strawberries Osamu was guarding.
Osamu pointed to the dishes in front of him that were already portioned out. “Strawberries. Gelatin. Vanilla. Yuzu juice. Simple syrup, Soy milk. Regular sugar. Lime. Food scale. Some kind of jar. Small pot. iSi: aka yer food whipper-” Suna snorted quietly but Osamu ignored it. “It’s just a small canister to hold liquid that ends up being charged by CO2 so it gets aerated to turn into a foam.”
“Too much science.”
“Yer chat wants ta know how useless Suna is in the kitchen.” Atsumu called out from where he was between Sakusa’s legs as he monitored the chat messages.
Suna flipped him off, off camera, and grabbed the pot Osamu had put on the counter. “Remember to put the pan on the scale before you turn it on so it zeroes out. It’s significantly easier to measure because there’s much less math.”
Osamu smiled, slow and soft, as he watched Suna lead. He motioned for him to continue.
“6 grams, or about a tablespoon, of gelatin. Then 90 grams of yuzu juice. I love yuzu.” Suna carefully poured the creamy looking liquid into the pot. “For you international watchers, Yuzu is a citrus fruit mostly found in East Asia. It really looks like a big ass grapefruit and is also super tart.”
“It originates from China and is actually a hybrid fruit that came from mandarin oranges and the ichang papeda which is similar to lemon.”
“Fuckin’ nerds,” Atsumu muttered as he skimmed messages. “This stream is much more gay than it used to be.” Atsumu yelped when a strawberry smacked him in the forehead. Sakusa refused to name the culprit.
“Move this to the stove but don’t turn it on yet.” Osamu reached for the mason jar in front of him. “Now yer going to mix the soy milk and syrup mixture in here to pour into the iSi container. Shake yer soy milk up and measure out 450 grams. Then grab the simply syrup and you need 240 grams of that-”
Suna moved toward the stove behind him and turned it up the a medium heat. “You’ll melt the gelatin until it’s just liquefied on medium heat. It doesn’t take long at all but there’s a lot of moving involved in this if you’re cooking alone.”
“Chat wants to know what to do if they don’t have an iSi.” Sakusa commented.
Osamu smirked at the question. “Good ole whisk and a bowl, though it’s going to take a bit of manpower and you might have to go back to the YouTube video to keep up. You can use a handmixer as well, honestly I’m a chef and I have an iSi laying around. I’m makin’ this for Suna, he’s got a big sweet tooth.” Suna’s cheeks flushed at the admittance but he was still facing the stove so he was at least able to hide it.
“Pour the heated gelatin into the jar, stir it up, then pour it into this thing,” He unscrewed the iSi and poured the mixture in. “Screw it on tight, as tight as you can. Screw off this handle, take your cartridge and the little skinny part goes facing up, like this-” Osamu demonstrated a few times. “Then screw it back on, it has a natural point of resistance so don’t force it. Tip it upside down and let the gas release.” Osamu held the device up to the camera close enough that they could hear the gas inside the iSi. “Once you stop hearing that, pop it in the fridge.”
“Upside down?”
Suna rolled his eyes. “No, you dumb fu- funny, funny person. Right side up.”
“You need to be specific, Suna. People get confused.”
“ You get confused.” Suna retorted quietly, much to Atsumu’s chagrin. Osamu laughed as he closed the fridge and came back to the table.
“For the sake of me lovin’ y’all, I’m going to make the whipped cream by hand to show ya how it’s done.”
Suna leaned close to the camera. “Unless you have Osamu’s arms, then nobody is going to be showing anybody how it’s done.”
“Stop flirtin’ on stream! It’s gross!”
“You are literally sitting between my best friend’s legs-” Suna pointed out.
“There’s no free chair.”
Osamu raised an eyebrow at his brother. “There’s- never mind. Take a bowl and add a cup and a half of heavy cream. Then the vanilla, now honestly you can use whatever you want. It’s going to taste like vanilla, it’s going to be bomb. Adjust it as needed. I have vanilla bean pasta but extract is just fine. And then- ah shit, the- Thanks, babe.”
Suna definitely flushed on camera that time, staring directly into the lens, stone faced.
“I think he’s broken,” Atsumu stage whispered, giggling with zero hesitation.
“Suna? You good?” Sakusa chimed in, trying and failing to keep himself from laughing at his poor roommate and his boyfriend who didn’t seem to notice he uttered the pet name when Suna was the one who remembered to grab the powdered sugar.
“You can adjust the sweetness as needed here with the amount you put in,” Osamu continued, oblivious to what was going on around him. He grabbed a whisk and held it up. “Then just go for it.” He started whisking and Suna finally moved at that point, turning to stare at Osamu’s arms as he turned liquid into whipped cream. A minute later, he dipped a finger into the bowl and held it up to Suna. “Make sure you taste test.”
“For fu- foxs sake-” Suna muttered as he licked the cream off of Osamu’s fingers. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I think I love you.”
Atsumu and Sakusa both let out a loud laugh, simultaneously covering their own mouths with each others hands.
Osamu blinked at Suna then turned to the camera. “Like I said, adjust it if needed or if- if not, then y’know, it’s fine- it’s fine. It’s good- I mean, not fine but- it’s great. It is great.”
“They’re spiraling.” Atsumu whispered again, though none of his whispers were anywhere close to actual whispers.
“Uh-” “I think we need-” “Maybe a break-”
Suna and Osamu spoke at the same time and paused at the same time. Atsumu came into view, Sakusa at his hip a moment later, his hand in a cast and a slight limp to his step. He grinned that million dollar smile and hooked an arm around his brother’s shoulders.
“So, next you are going to massacare-”
“Macerate.” Osamu mumbled the correction.
“-as i said, massacre the strawberries. Cut off the leafy parts, quarter them, throw em in the bowl. Cut up however many you’re going to be feeding people, these are the garnish part.”
“Close enough.” Suna sputtered out as Osamu rubbed his bicep. He didn’t even have the sense to steal a strawberry that Osamu was robotically cutting.
“Zest a lime into the strawberries and boil a pot of water.” Atsumu snapped as Sakusa and Osamu came alive with the instructions. “Perfecto-”
“Sugar. Strawberries.” Suna, not so helpfully, continued.
“They’re useless, Jesus,” Atsumu murmured as he pointed at the next ingredients. “Add like 2 or so tablespoons on sugar to the strawberries as my brother is so gracefully demonstrating-” Osamu spilled the sugar on the counter then spilled more onto the floor. “Toss your bowl and set it to the side.”
“Stuff. Prepared stuff.” Suna spoke slowly.
Atsumu rolled his eyes and hip checked Suna out of the way. “This is where the stuff y’all prepped earlier comes in-” Sakusa set the bowls in front of him and Atsumu grinned at him. “Alright, grab a bowl that you’re going to serve this in. Put some of the whipped cream into the bottom of the bowl. Add strawberries to the middle, get some of the syrup at the bottom of the strawberry bowl too.”
“Espuma.”
“How long is this going to last?” Atsumu motioned for Suna to grab the iSi from the fridge. “Squirt that stuff on top- stop laughing you goddamn children- dollop it on there, add some mint leaves and bam!”
“Did he just say bam?”
“I’m going to lose all my viewers.”
“I’m going to lose my life.”
“I’m fine with this.” Atsumu stuck a spoon into the bowl and grabbed the bowl with his good hand. “Goodbye.” He bowed to the camera and left a slack jawed copy of himself standing there next to a Fox eyed brunett who also wasn’t sure what to do.
“Thanks everyone for watchin’, as usual the recipe is up on my site and more thorough instructions are on YouTube.” He glanced at Suna who was blinking at the camera still. “Uh, yeah, this is-”
“I’m Suna the Sous Chef and he is Chef Osamu and this is Chef and Me . Bye!”
The room was silent, save the hum of a fan in another room and the low thrum of voices from another room. Suna started pushing an empty bowl around as Osamu frowned at the wall.
“I can clea-”
“I love you, too.”
“Oh.” Suna responded quietly. “You heard that?”
Osamu blinked at him. “Was I not supposed to?”
“I- well, no, you were, but the world wasn’t. I mean, I don’t care, I’m not ashamed about it but in all honesty I thought that was happening in my head.” He poked at a macerated strawberry. “It’s your cooking, it does something to me.”
Osamu couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips. “As long as it’s nothin’ bad.”
“You have yet to poison me.”
“That didn’t sound that confident.”
“It’s confident, I just am not mentally here-”
“You heard me, right? That I love you back.”
“I did. I accept that.”
“Good,” Osamu reached for Suna and despite the jumble of emotions they were both having, Suna reciprocated. Their mouths met and Osamu grinned into the kiss. “Rin, how many fuckin’ strawberries did you eat?”
“A pound, I think. It was- it was lot.”
Osamu laughed against his mouth and slid his hand into the back of Suna’s hair, lightly tugging at the dark strands. He opened his mouth to speak again but throat clearing had him looking toward the door.
“You only stopped the video stream. Your audio is still on for the capture.” Sakusa grabbed another spoon from the counter then immediately excited the room.
“Please, no.”
More sugar was spilled on the floor but there was a successful dessert somewhere in the world.