Fic for starianprincess
Title: Sugary Sweets
Recipient: starianprincess
Pairing/Characters: Atsushi/Mizuki, seiru assorted
Rating: PG-13 (for brief gay moment)
Disclaimer: This is all Konomi Takeshi's, except for the cookies, the plot, and the skis.
Summary: In order to win a ski trip the St. Rudolph tennis club bakes Christmas cookies.
"Cookies?" Atsushi asked. He felt he had to, after all no one else was. Yuuta was looking both tempted and appalled, Akazawa was Mizuki's loyal dog, and Yanagisawa was staring blankly into the distance. If no one else was going to speak up Atsushi damn well was. "We have to bake cookies?"
"Nfu." Mizuki twirled a strand of hair around one finger, and then let the curly strand snap back to his skull. Atsushi stifled the impulse to slap Mizuki as well. "For charity, Atsushi."
Atsushi crossed his arms and hoped the look he was giving Mizuki from underneath his bangs was annoyed enough. Mizuki, however, ignored Atsushi's glare and instead too the time to smooth his hands down a flowery purple apron. "If we win the Christmas cookie contest, then we win a ski trip for the club for the Christmas holidays."
"Uh, but, Mizuki…" Akazawa spoke up. "We're not a home ec club…"
"Details, details." Mizuki waved his hands in the air like he was dispelling the conversation as easily as he might a bad smell. "We're going to bake cookies and win that ski trip!"
"But why?" Shinya whined. "We don't even like skiing!"
Mizuki glared at Yanagisawa, and Yanagisawa shrunk back against one of the kitchen counter tops. "Because-"
"I like skiing." Atsushi cut in. Not really to save Yanagisawa, although partially to do that, but more because, well, he did like skiing.
"…" Yanagisawa stared at him. "Don't you live on the beach?"
Atsushi shrugged. "I've been on vacation."
Mizuki picked up one of the whisks and hit it against the metal bowl to put everyone's attention squarely back on him. "I'm club manager, and I say we're going to win that ski contest! Now put on your aprons!"
Of course, just because they all put on aprons did not mean that a fair number of accidents did not occur. Yuuta managed to nearly set his apron on fire, and then burned his cookies. The first batch anyway, after which Mizuki set Yuuta's timer personally and made Yuuta check on them every five minutes. Akazawa got cookie dough in his hair, and ended up tossing a rolling pin across the room. Kaneda was actually doing pretty well, until Akazawa muttered something about Kaneda being so domestic, and then Kaneda nearly lost a whole platter of cookies on the floor.
"You're doing pretty well, Atsushi." Mizuki slid his cookies onto the cooling tray next to Atsushi's. Atsushi's cookie shapes were primarily dinosaurs and cars, while Mizuki had a mix of festive shapes. Atsushi was not sure what dinosaur and car shaped cookie cutters were doing in the barrel of cookie cutters, but he liked them better than holly, gingerbread men, or Christmas trees. Dinosaurs were cooler.
"Ryou wasn't much of a cook." Atsushi picked up a brown Yuuta cookie that had cooled and bit into it. The taste wasn't bad, but Yuuta's cookies were all a little too thin and crunchy. "He always got hair in the food."
Mizuki smacked Atsushi's hand when he reached for another cookie. "You'll get fat, Kisarazu."
Atsushi blinked at Mizuki, who turned away and started getting the ingredients for icing. Given that Mizuki wasn't watching Atsushi picked up that cookie he had been reaching for before and stuffed it in his mouth.
"You're eating all my cookies!" Yuuta cried out, coming over with another batch of flat brown cookies.
"They're tasty." Atsushi mumbled through a mouth full of crumbs. Atsushi moved away from the cooling cookies and instead went to help Akazawa who couldn't get his cookie dough to unstuck from the cutting board. After scrapping the cookie dough back into one big ball and spreading flour over the cutting board and rolling pin equally Atsushi found himself the only one making cookies, as Akazawa had abandoned his cookies in order to help with the icing.
"That's too much water!" Kaneda cried, trying to stop Akazawa from adding half a cup. "We can always make more icing if we run out, stop that!"
"Nfu." Mizuki placed a drop of red food coloring in his bowl of icing and mixed it up. "Yuuta, be careful, your cookies look so sloppy."
"That's not fair, Mizuki." Yuuta already had green icing splashed over his fingers and the underside of his chin, as well as the side of his nose. "I've never iced cookies before! My sister was always the one to do it."
"You should prove that baking runs in the family." Atsushi slumped into the chair next to Mizuki, knocking his foot against Mizuki's under the table. "Then you can make raspberry pie for us all."
Yuuta's face turned fiercely rebellious. "It's my pie. All mine."
Akazawa, Yanagisawa, and Kaneda turned to stare at Yuuta, which Mizuki and Atsushi had already been doing. Yuuta's face slowly reddened. "I like pie!"
Laughter spilled from their mouths and they all turned back to icing the cookies.
"Shinya, did you make this duck?" Atsushi asked as he slathered white icing over the duck shaped cookie. Yanagisawa glanced guiltily over at Atsushi, cookie crumbs littering his bottom lip.
"No way! I only made Christmas trees."
"Mmm."
Time passes, and much as it always does when one makes cookies, someone is left with clean up. Icing dribbles onto waxed paper spread out over the table top, and water plinks against metal baking trays. Atsushi has a bowl of red icing, and a spoon. Mizuki has a disgusted expression, and a spoon filled with icing pressed against his lips.
"It's your icing."
"I do-" Mizuki's rebuttal is cut off by the pressure of a spoon inside of his mouth and he licks the red icing off of it with a look. "Too sweet." Mizuki states smartly when Atsushi withdraws the spoon.
"You like sweets." Atsushi dips the spoon into the bowl of icing and licks icing off of it. "And you covered the cookies with it."
Mizuki turns away to pick up the rubber gloves he wears when he washes dishes.
"Cookies should be covered with icing. It's seasonal. And no, you can't take the bowl back to your room, put it in the sink Atsushi."
Atsushi does so with a smirk, but not before he dribbles some icing onto the side of Mizuki's neck. "Think we'll win the prize?" Atsushi licked the icing off.
"If we don't, Yuuta's going to get fat."
Recipient: starianprincess
Pairing/Characters: Atsushi/Mizuki, seiru assorted
Rating: PG-13 (for brief gay moment)
Disclaimer: This is all Konomi Takeshi's, except for the cookies, the plot, and the skis.
Summary: In order to win a ski trip the St. Rudolph tennis club bakes Christmas cookies.
"Cookies?" Atsushi asked. He felt he had to, after all no one else was. Yuuta was looking both tempted and appalled, Akazawa was Mizuki's loyal dog, and Yanagisawa was staring blankly into the distance. If no one else was going to speak up Atsushi damn well was. "We have to bake cookies?"
"Nfu." Mizuki twirled a strand of hair around one finger, and then let the curly strand snap back to his skull. Atsushi stifled the impulse to slap Mizuki as well. "For charity, Atsushi."
Atsushi crossed his arms and hoped the look he was giving Mizuki from underneath his bangs was annoyed enough. Mizuki, however, ignored Atsushi's glare and instead too the time to smooth his hands down a flowery purple apron. "If we win the Christmas cookie contest, then we win a ski trip for the club for the Christmas holidays."
"Uh, but, Mizuki…" Akazawa spoke up. "We're not a home ec club…"
"Details, details." Mizuki waved his hands in the air like he was dispelling the conversation as easily as he might a bad smell. "We're going to bake cookies and win that ski trip!"
"But why?" Shinya whined. "We don't even like skiing!"
Mizuki glared at Yanagisawa, and Yanagisawa shrunk back against one of the kitchen counter tops. "Because-"
"I like skiing." Atsushi cut in. Not really to save Yanagisawa, although partially to do that, but more because, well, he did like skiing.
"…" Yanagisawa stared at him. "Don't you live on the beach?"
Atsushi shrugged. "I've been on vacation."
Mizuki picked up one of the whisks and hit it against the metal bowl to put everyone's attention squarely back on him. "I'm club manager, and I say we're going to win that ski contest! Now put on your aprons!"
Of course, just because they all put on aprons did not mean that a fair number of accidents did not occur. Yuuta managed to nearly set his apron on fire, and then burned his cookies. The first batch anyway, after which Mizuki set Yuuta's timer personally and made Yuuta check on them every five minutes. Akazawa got cookie dough in his hair, and ended up tossing a rolling pin across the room. Kaneda was actually doing pretty well, until Akazawa muttered something about Kaneda being so domestic, and then Kaneda nearly lost a whole platter of cookies on the floor.
"You're doing pretty well, Atsushi." Mizuki slid his cookies onto the cooling tray next to Atsushi's. Atsushi's cookie shapes were primarily dinosaurs and cars, while Mizuki had a mix of festive shapes. Atsushi was not sure what dinosaur and car shaped cookie cutters were doing in the barrel of cookie cutters, but he liked them better than holly, gingerbread men, or Christmas trees. Dinosaurs were cooler.
"Ryou wasn't much of a cook." Atsushi picked up a brown Yuuta cookie that had cooled and bit into it. The taste wasn't bad, but Yuuta's cookies were all a little too thin and crunchy. "He always got hair in the food."
Mizuki smacked Atsushi's hand when he reached for another cookie. "You'll get fat, Kisarazu."
Atsushi blinked at Mizuki, who turned away and started getting the ingredients for icing. Given that Mizuki wasn't watching Atsushi picked up that cookie he had been reaching for before and stuffed it in his mouth.
"You're eating all my cookies!" Yuuta cried out, coming over with another batch of flat brown cookies.
"They're tasty." Atsushi mumbled through a mouth full of crumbs. Atsushi moved away from the cooling cookies and instead went to help Akazawa who couldn't get his cookie dough to unstuck from the cutting board. After scrapping the cookie dough back into one big ball and spreading flour over the cutting board and rolling pin equally Atsushi found himself the only one making cookies, as Akazawa had abandoned his cookies in order to help with the icing.
"That's too much water!" Kaneda cried, trying to stop Akazawa from adding half a cup. "We can always make more icing if we run out, stop that!"
"Nfu." Mizuki placed a drop of red food coloring in his bowl of icing and mixed it up. "Yuuta, be careful, your cookies look so sloppy."
"That's not fair, Mizuki." Yuuta already had green icing splashed over his fingers and the underside of his chin, as well as the side of his nose. "I've never iced cookies before! My sister was always the one to do it."
"You should prove that baking runs in the family." Atsushi slumped into the chair next to Mizuki, knocking his foot against Mizuki's under the table. "Then you can make raspberry pie for us all."
Yuuta's face turned fiercely rebellious. "It's my pie. All mine."
Akazawa, Yanagisawa, and Kaneda turned to stare at Yuuta, which Mizuki and Atsushi had already been doing. Yuuta's face slowly reddened. "I like pie!"
Laughter spilled from their mouths and they all turned back to icing the cookies.
"Shinya, did you make this duck?" Atsushi asked as he slathered white icing over the duck shaped cookie. Yanagisawa glanced guiltily over at Atsushi, cookie crumbs littering his bottom lip.
"No way! I only made Christmas trees."
"Mmm."
Time passes, and much as it always does when one makes cookies, someone is left with clean up. Icing dribbles onto waxed paper spread out over the table top, and water plinks against metal baking trays. Atsushi has a bowl of red icing, and a spoon. Mizuki has a disgusted expression, and a spoon filled with icing pressed against his lips.
"It's your icing."
"I do-" Mizuki's rebuttal is cut off by the pressure of a spoon inside of his mouth and he licks the red icing off of it with a look. "Too sweet." Mizuki states smartly when Atsushi withdraws the spoon.
"You like sweets." Atsushi dips the spoon into the bowl of icing and licks icing off of it. "And you covered the cookies with it."
Mizuki turns away to pick up the rubber gloves he wears when he washes dishes.
"Cookies should be covered with icing. It's seasonal. And no, you can't take the bowl back to your room, put it in the sink Atsushi."
Atsushi does so with a smirk, but not before he dribbles some icing onto the side of Mizuki's neck. "Think we'll win the prize?" Atsushi licked the icing off.
"If we don't, Yuuta's going to get fat."