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"FUCK," was all Atsumu could say. He stared at his piece of shit television set that was currently displaying nothing but static. The television was a little box set handed down to him from his grandmother and it just had to break today.
Today was the day Osamu's episode of Guy's Grocery Games was premiering. Atsumu had threatened to burn down Onigiri Miya if Osamu spoiled the results of his favorite show. He was a hopeless Guy Fieri stan. He owned several St. Guy Fieri candles and became synonymous with his love of the celebrity. His twin managed to get on the show after moving to America to open a 2nd Onigiri Miya. And now Atsumu couldn't even watch the episode because of his shitty TV.
Atsumu thought through his options. He could buy Discovery+ and watch on his phone, but his phone was currently at a solid 20% and lost battery at an alarming rate. Atsumu was also cheap and absolute refused to buy streaming services when his DVR worked just fine...up until now of course.
His second option was to ask someone else in his apartment complex. Unfortunately, the majority of the MSBY Jackals had gone out for drinks tonight. Atsumu, of course, stayed home to watch his brother on the Food Network. The only person who hadn't gone out was... fuck.
Sakusa Kiyoomi was a lot of things: talented, strong, calculating, among other things. Not on that list was "friendly" or "generous." Atsumu cursed again. He didn't really have another option outside of breaking into Bokuto's apartment. Akaashi probably would probably kill him though.
So now, Atsumu stood outside Sakusa's apartment and felt his life flash before his eyes as he knocked on the door. Sakusa opened it, saw who it was, and immediately moved to slam the door in his face. Atsumu wedged his arm through before Sakusa could succeed.
"Please Omi, it's really important"
"I really doubt that Miya, what the hell do you want?"
Atsumu shifted his weight before answering. "Uh, Osamu is on this American cooking show tonight and I wanted to watch it, but uh, my TV is kinda fried."
Sakusa stared for a good 5 seconds before he burst out laughing. "You really broke a fucking TV Miya?! God, you're a disaster."
Atsumu ignored the flutter in his heart as he answered. "Listen Omi, can I please watch on your TV? I'll owe ya big time."
Sakusa stopped laughing quickly. He turned his stone cold glare back on and said, "Why should I help you? You're not exactly kind to me."
Atsumu gaped at him. "I know I ain't the most courteous guy, but help a dude out. Seriously Omi, this is a big deal to Osamu and me. I've been looking forward to this ."
After a considerable amount of puppy eyes and grovelling, Atsumu found himself inside Sakusa's pristine apartment. Atsumu immediately slid his shoes off and put on the slippers he brought from his own apartment. While he washed his hands, Atsumu called, "it's on the Food Network Omi. Guy's Grocery Games. It should be startin' now." Sakusa stared at him for what seemed like hours and then moved to turn his much nicer TV on.
Atsumu plopped down on the couch next to Sakusa as Guy started introducing the contestants. If this was a cartoon, there would be stars in Atsumu's eyes. Sakusa snorted as Atsumu cheered at the sight of Osamu walking through the aisle. The theme of the episode was Asian cookery. Osamu was representing Japan, while the other chefs were Chinese, Korean, and Indian.
Sakusa finally spoke as the first game began. "So, what exactly is happening?"
Atsumu grinned. "Well Omi, they have to make their best rice dish. Preparing rice in this competition is a bitch because it takes a long time to cook and they only get 30 minutes to shop, prepare, and plate. As an extra challenge, Guy threw the challenge of a budget battle at them. They only get 20 American dollars to make their dish."
Sakusa frowned. "That seems unnecessarily difficult. Why would anyone willingly participate in this?"
Atsumu gaped at him again. "The opportunity to interact with Guy Fieri should be reward enough! They're also competing to win up to $20,000. That'd be a huge deal to any chef. Besides, the Food Network is incredibly popular and it's a great opportunity to promote your business."
Sakusa didn't seem impressed. "This is the person you have as your screensaver, isn't it?"
Atsumu turned slightly red. "Listen, Guy Fieri is a god among men. Did you hear he's officiating Kristen Stewart's wedding? He's the protector of gays!"
Sakusa snorted at that. There was a look on his face that Atsumu couldn't quite understand. Typically, Sakusa had the same stoic expression, but his eyes weren't as cold. He almost looked...fond?
Atsumu shook this off. "Anyways, this is a huge deal for Osamu and I wanna support him." They watched the rest of the first round in comfortable silence (comfortable silence being Sakusa watching Atsumu critique the other competitors and psychoanalyze the editing of the episode so he could figure out who won).
Sakusa listened to all of his ramblings about the "lore" of the judges and how Osamu was being unenthusiastic compared to the other chefs. Atsumu cheered as the judges called Osamu' tonkatsu "delightfully crunchy and salty" and booed when they critiqued him for using microwave rice.
"There's no way in hell the rice would've been cooked in time! He perfectly fried that pork and all those other competitors probably have crunchy rice!!"
Sakusa laughed an unprecedented 3rd time at Atsumu's antics. "They still enjoyed his dish, I don't get why you're so upset."
Atsumu huffed at this. "Osamu had smart gameplay. I taught him that. I made him binge the first 28 seasons of the show with me."
Sakusa choked on his water. "28 seasons of this crap? Who the hell has the time or patience to stomach the monotony of cooking?"
Atsumu was tempted to pick up Sakusa's stupidly perfect coffee table and bash him over the head with it. Instead he took the high road and (not so) calmly said, "OMI, HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?! THIS SHOW IS A WORK OF ART."
He stopped shouting after he saw that the results of the first round were in. The chefs could score a maximum of 50 points (20 in taste, 20 in gameplay, and 10 in plating). Osamu scored a solid 40, losing a few points in gameplay and playing, but he had a strong 18 in taste. The highest score was a 43 and the lowest being a 39.
Atsumu let out a sigh of relief. "That's too close. He should've got more points, but I respect these judges."
Sakusa snorted again. "You didn't seem to respect them about 5 minutes ago."
Atsumu rolled his eyes. "Pipe down Omi, I'm more mature than that."
Before Sakusa could retort, the lights flickered and then turned off completely. Atsumu was silent for a moment before screaming, "FUCK."
"More mature huh?"
"Shut up Omi, this is awful!"
"Quiet down Miya, I'll check our power company's website."
Sakusa's phone lit up his face as he typed the company's name into Google. He frowned a bit.
"I just reported the outage. They suspect it's caused by an animal. Guess some birds were fucking around on the power lines. It seemed to affect a large area."
A couple minutes passed before there was another update. "Expected time for power to be back on is about 15 minutes, maybe more."
Atsumu tugged at his hair. "Goddammit. What the hell are we gonna do?"
Sakusa raised an eyebrow. "We? Why don't you just return to your apartment?"
Atsumu was shocked. "Why would I do that? I'm already here and I don't wanna be alone in a dark apartment."
Sakusa sighed before turning his phone flashlight on and finding some candles to light. "You're lucky I'm feeling courteous today Miya."
Atsumu grinned. "Yeah, yeah Omi. We all know you're secretly a softie. Love ya too."
Atsumu heard a choking noise before Sakusa whacked him upside the head. "Don't say shit like that if you don't mean it."
Atsumu's smile faded. "I do like ya Omi. We all do."
"You didn't say like."
"Eh, close enough."
Sakusa slammed the now lit candle onto the table, the flame flickering. "No, Atsumu, not close enough. Big fucking difference."
Atsumu chose to ignore the butterflies he felt at hearing his given name. "I was just fucking around Omi, what the hell did I do?"
Sakusa's face almost looked pained. "Like I said, don't say shit you don't mean. You're only here because it's convenient."
"I do wanna be here Omi, I do like ya a lot."
"Very convincing Miya."
"So we're back to Miya?!"
"Yes asshole."
Atsumu sighed out of pure frustration. "I don't know what the hell you want from me Omi! We were literally getting along like 5 minutes ago. What did I do?!"
Sakusa let out a groan. "What haven't you done Miya? You have the audacity to show up to my apartment and beg to watch the fucking Food Network. Any normal person should be repulsed by the idea of that, especially me, so why the fuck am I happy? What the hell have you done to me?"
The room fell silent. "...I make you happy Omi?"
"...of course you do idiot."
"I thought ya hated me. I strongly considered breaking into Bokkun's apartment instead of disturbing you."
"You never disturb me..."
Atsumu finally looked at him. Sakusa was avoiding all eye contact, his hands were fidgeting nervously. Then a metaphorical and physical light went on. "You, like me?"
Ignoring the new light, Sakusa sighed. "More than like, Atsumu."
Atsumu grinned. "I more than like you too Omi."
As the two of them inched closer together, the TV finally turned on and Guy's signature cackle scared the shit out of them.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST"
"PIPE DOWN ATSUMU, IT'S JUST GUY FIERI"
"Oh, so it is Jesus Christ."
Sakusa stared before laughing that angelic laugh. Atsumu hadn't realized how much he loved that sound until now...love huh.
Atsumu looked at Sakusa with a newfound adoration. Sakusa quickly stopped laughing. "Um, do I have something on my face?"
"I love ya Omi."
"...you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Finally, lips met. The kiss went on for what seemed like infinity until Sakusa abruptly stopped. "I'm sorry, you did not just confess and kiss me while GUY'S GROCERY GAMES played in the background."
Atsumu grinned. "Get used to it Omi, you're going to become a fan. Welcome to Flavortown."
Sakusa chased Atsumu around his apartment, the episode seemingly forgotten.