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Satoru jumps off the couch the moment he hears Suguru come home.
“Suguru, I found some more cookies for you to try!” Satoru yells out, grabbing the prepared bag off the table and running towards the front door.
“Hello to you, too,” Suguru says mildly, bending down to take his shoes off and he doesn’t even so much as look at Satoru for an entire thirty seconds.
“You are so mean to me,” Satoru whines out, already feeling robbed of Suguru’s attention but a warm feeling settles over him when Suguru comes back up with a smile.
“Hi,” Suguru breathes out and Satoru skips closer to capture his lips in a kiss.
“Hi,” he gives back and sighs happily when Suguru cups his cheek with his hand. “I’ve missed you.”
“I was gone for two hours,” Suguru chides him but Satoru shrugs, completely unapologetic about it.
“So? I had to spend two Suguru-less hours here. That’s more than enough to miss you.”
“If I had known you were such a sap—” Suguru says, as if that would have changed anything about their relationship.
“Then you would have confessed to me anyway,” Satoru confidentially says because the fact that Satoru is such a sap, like Suguru likes to put it, and that he’s so clingy are two things Suguru loves about him, he has that on very good authority from the man himself.
“I really would have,” Suguru agrees and steals another kiss for himself. “Now, what was that about cookies?” he then asks and Satoru finally remembers the bag in his hand.
“Look, I found another type for you to try,” Satoru eagerly says and shoves the bag in Suguru’s hands.
In all honesty, it’s not as if he found them to buy somewhere—Satoru made them himself. Ever since that whole Granny cookie debacle—that luckily turned out so well for him and Suguru—Satoru has made it his priority to find a type of cookie that makes Suguru just as happy as the one Suguru always makes for him.
The only problem with that is that Satoru pretended not to be able to bake so that Suguru would always make him his cookies, and now he can’t admit to the fact that he’s not buying these, but making all of them himself.
And one of these days Suguru is going to catch him lying right to his face and Satoru doesn’t know what he’s going to do then.
“Where do you even find all these shops to buy them at?” Suguru asks and Satoru ignores the nervous churning in his gut.
One of these days.
“Trade secret,” Satoru cheekily says, winking at Suguru to distract him even as he watches him open the bag. “These are with gingerbread.”
Satoru has gone through at least ten different kinds of cookies already, and while Suguru clearly doesn’t mind any of them there hasn’t been one that he obviously loves. Satoru is running out of recipes at home and he has taken to scouring the internet for more and more complicated ones in hopes of finding anything to make Suguru smile like Satoru does whenever he tastes one of Suguru’s cookies.
“I see,” Suguru mutters as he takes one of out the bag, before he takes a bite.
He chews carefully and Satoru simply has to lean in and kiss his cheek because Suguru is always putting so much thought into his replies and he’s taking this so seriously, all for Satoru’s sake.
Satoru loves him a whole lot.
“They are good,” Suguru finally decides but Satoru can tell that they are not better than the ones he made last week.
“But?” he prompts and Suguru shrugs.
“They are—just that. Good.”
“Not amazing? Not world-altering?” Satoru suggests and Suguru snorts.
“I don’t think I have enough of a sweet-tooth to use those words when describing a cookie,” Suguru tells him and pops the rest of the cookie into Satoru’s mouth when he opens it to say something.
Satoru chews the cookie and mentally makes a note of Suguru’s words. It’s true that he doesn’t like his candies or cakes—or cookies, apparently—quite as sweet as Satoru does, so maybe that is where he’s going wrong.
Maybe he needs to make something more tart; with citrus, maybe? Or the coffee cookie Satoru found yesterday, maybe that could work. Suguru does love his coffee after all.
“What are you thinking so hard for?” Suguru asks him and flicks Satoru’s forehead, finally moving deeper into the apartment.
“Nothing, nothing,” Satoru is quick to say before he follows after Suguru, almost jumping him to hang off his back.
He loves that Suguru has never once in his life shoved him off.
“Hey, Suguru?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet, aware of how close he is to Suguru’s ear.
“What?”
“My cookies are almost empty,” Satoru sighs out and that makes Suguru freeze right in his steps.
“I made a new batch not even five days ago. Those were supposed to last you at least a week, if not two. What have you done?”
“You know I’ve been stressed with classes. I was stress-eating them.”
“You’re going to get fat,” Suguru replies even though they both know it’s not true.
Satoru’s metabolism is crazy high and if he doesn’t constantly snack he’s likely to simply dwindle away.
“Will you still love me if I do?” Satoru still asks, even though he knows the answer.
Suguru will always love him, just like Satoru will always love Suguru.
“Of course I will,” Suguru immediately gives back and there is no hesitation at all in his answer.
“Then, will you bake me new ones?” Satoru asks again, even though he knows the answer to this as well.
“Yes, I will bake you more. I have to check if we have all the things at home, though, I might have to run to the store first.”
“We have everything, I checked,” Satoru innocently says, because he made sure that they do.
“I really don’t understand why you haven’t made them yourself yet,” Suguru sighs out and Satoru forces himself to not tense up.
The truth is, he did try to make them, once, while Suguru was out. Satoru has watched Suguru make them more than once already, and he also followed the recipe to a t, but they still didn’t taste as good as when Suguru makes them for him.
Satoru wasn’t lying when he said his cookies even beat Granny’s.
“I can’t, you know I can’t,” Satoru lies straight through his teeth. “I’m a lost cause when it comes to baking.”
He even resorts to pouting at Suguru, all in an attempt to throw him off, so that Suguru doesn’t think too hard about this.
Satoru can’t have him find out that he’s very much not shit at baking before he found a type of cookie that Suguru loves.
“You’re a lost cause, period,” Suguru teases him, and now Satoru’s pout turns real.
“You’re so mean to me, why are you so mean to me, I even brought you cookies!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Suguru tries to placate him and even pats his head. “Thank you for the cookies.”
“But don’t bring them again?” Satoru asks, just to be on the safe side with this.
“But maybe don’t bring them again,” Suguru agrees and Satoru nods.
Another recipe that’s a failure.
He really has to step up his game.
~*~*~
Satoru found a promising recipe for citrus cookies and if Suguru still doesn’t like these then that only leaves Satoru with coffee cookies.
The smell of these citrus cookies is definitely not sweet enough for Satoru, though, so maybe he’s on to something here, he thinks. If he doesn’t find them sweet enough then surely they must be perfect for Suguru.
Satoru checks the clock again. Suguru is still out for another two hours at least, and Satoru already has the pan in the oven. The cookies are done in ten minutes, so he’ll have enough time to air the apartment out and clean up after himself so that Suguru doesn’t catch up to what he’s been doing all this time.
The thought hasn’t even left his mind yet when Satoru hears the front door.
“Fuck, no,” he hisses, but he doesn’t actually know what to do.
It’s not as if he can hide the fact that there are cookies currently baking in the oven from Suguru.
“Satoru?” Suguru calls out. “What smells so good?”
Satoru opens his mouth but he doesn’t actually know what to say and so he’s still opening and closing his mouth like a useless fish by the time Suguru finds him in the kitchen.
He freezes in the doorway, his eyes darting from Satoru to the oven to the battlefield on the counter and back to Satoru.
“What is going on here?” Suguru asks, his voice deceptively calm and Satoru just knows that he’s going to explode any second now.
“Nothing?” Satoru tries and Suguru gives him the flattest look Satoru has ever received.
Satoru deflates.
“I’m baking.”
“I thought you said you can’t bake. I very distinctly remember you saying that you can’t bake. So would you please explain this to me?”
“I lied,” Satoru admits and then jumps in surprise when the timer goes off. “One moment,” he rushes out, whirling around to take the cookies out of the oven.
He might be in the middle of a fight with Suguru but that is still not a reason to let perfectly good cookies go to waste.
“Why would you lie about something like that?” Suguru asks, and he’s a lot closer now, Satoru can tell by his voice. “They really do smell amazing.”
“Thank you,” Satoru gives back and then faces Suguru again. “Listen, I just—”
“All those cookies you ‘bought’ for me,” Suguru says and Satoru can perfectly well hear the quotation marks around the word bought, “were not bought at all.”
“No,” Satoru admits.
“You made them. All of them.”
“Yes.” There’s no use in lying anymore.
“Why?” Suguru simply asks and Satoru shrugs.
“I wanted to make you just as happy as your cookies make me,” Satoru admits. “But I can’t figure out your taste, though maybe these ones will do the trick.”
“No, Satoru, why lie to me about being able to bake?”
Satoru sighs.
“If I told you I could bake, then you wouldn’t make my cookies for me anymore,” he dejectedly says, because he already know he’ll have to make them himself in the future.
And they won’t taste even half as good as Suguru’s.
“You dummy,” Suguru softly says and pulls Satoru in a kiss. “I make them for you because I love you and because you said they taste better because my love is stored in them. I would never leave you to always make those cookies yourself.”
“But—you asked me before to make them,” Satoru says with a frown because he remembers that very well.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but it stresses me out to keep track of your stack of cookies. I still remember so vividly how crushed you were when you thought you’d never get to taste them and I don’t ever want you to go for even a second without them, but that means I always have to keep track of how many are left and then backing accordingly. I love doing it, and I will continue to do that, but sometimes, it would be nice to know that you can make your own if you run low.”
“That’s why you snapped at me last week,” Satoru says with dawning understanding because Suguru had been stressed as hell last week and then Satoru had told him that there are no cookies left at all. “I am so sorry,” Satoru breathes out and leans in for another kiss. “I can make my own, I promise. I’m also not going to die if I have to go for a few days without them.”
“But you will hate every second of it,” Suguru gives back. “Like I said, I’m not complaining, Satoru, not really. I will make your cookies, it’s just—”
“I’ll keep them in the kitchen in the future, so you can better see how many I have left, okay?” Satoru offers, because right now he keeps moving the tin from room to room for easier access, but of course that means Suguru has a harder time keeping track of it.
“Okay,” Suguru agrees, stealing one more kiss for himself. “Now, what about these cookies?”
“These are citrus cookies. You don’t like your things quite as sweet as I do so I thought, maybe this would work.”
“Satoru, if I had known you made all of these cookies, I would have loved every one of them.”
“I know,” Satoru sighs out, because he does. “But I don’t want that. I want to find something you like because it tastes amazing. Not because I was the one who made them.”
Suguru fondly shakes his head at that but there is a small smile playing around his mouth.
“Fine, I get it. Now, do I get to taste these, then?”
“Sure,” Satoru immediately agrees and takes one to hold it up to Suguru’s lips.
Suguru takes a careful bite out of it, ghosting his lips over Satoru’s fingers and Satoru knows immediately that he found the cookie.
Suguru’s eyes go wide in surprise before he closes them in pleasure as he carefully chews the cookie.
“These are amazing,” he then whispers out and is quick to steal the rest out of Satoru’s fingers.
“Noted,” Satoru laughs, feeling incredibly happy, because of the delight on Suguru’s face. “I’m still sorry I lied,” he then says, since he needs Suguru to know that.
“I know,” Suguru replies and threads their fingers together. “I’m not mad, Satoru. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“You shouldn’t say thank you when I lied to you,” Satoru whines out, his face going hot with how much love he can read off Suguru’s face and it only gets worse when Suguru laughs, clearly entirely happy.
“I’ll say thank you whenever I want to, and I definitely want to. Thank you, thank you, thank you, that was really sweet of you.”
“Shut up,” Satoru mutters, embarrassed by Suguru’s words, but when Suguru peppers kisses all over his face he can’t help but to laugh too. “Fine, you’re welcome,” he pants out and only then does Suguru relent.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I know, I could taste it in your cookie,” Suguru cheekily replies and then steals another one for himself.
As if Satoru isn’t going to give him all the cookies—and all the love—in the world.