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#aranosa | For @Mintsukki_ 😊

They cute and make 🍙 together

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"You're horrible... But pleasant."

Osamu looked up from his usual place behind the counter, his focus on the man seated before him.

Sure, Atsumu and Omi were there beside them but they were in their own bubble. +

Aran's tone was measured, his eyes focused with teasing intentions. His hands were folded on the table, involuntarily licking his lips when Osamu swallowed.

Osamu chuckled and threw his work-station cloth over his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm not that bad." +

"At making delicious Onigiri? Yes. That is all, 'Samu."

Aran sighed when Osamu turned away to talk to Atsumu. He cupped his face and shook his leg in impatience, watching Osamu scold Kiyoomi for not finishing his plate.

'AM I THAT BAD A COOK, KIYO?'

'Don't call me that.' +

'YEAH 'SAMU. I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THOSE PRIVELEGES YET!'

'You never will.'

Aran overheard the trio argue over nicknames, his legs slowing down when Osamu touched his forearm. He looked up at Osamu, his cap covering his eyes at that angle.

"'Tsumu's saying bye, old man. Wave now,"+

Osamu smirked when Aran huffed, still turning to wave good bye at Atsumu dragging Kiyoomi away while sniffling.

"Now that ya have me to myself... Ya want something special?"

Osamu laughed off the flush on his cheeks when Aran curled his fingers around his wrist. +

"Ya can teach me. To make Onigiri, that is."

Osamu laughed once more, all cheery and bright in the face. Till Aran continued to looked at him all seriousness.

"Ya know that'll cost ya?"
Osamu pushed forward on his folded forearms, still on his side of the counter. +

"That can be arranged."

Osamu's lips curved up, noticing Aran's hand reaching to tip his cap up. His gaze pulled Aran's, both of them pulling away with a soft smile.

Osamu made sure to close the front of the store, checked on storage and laid out his itinerary +

for the day. He then beckoned Aran behind the counter with a soft touch to Aran's back.

"Can I have yer spare apron?"

Osamu could feel his cheeks turn hot when Aran asked in a low volume, avoiding his gaze.

"Y-Yeah. It's in the back room." +

"Do ya want me to come with you?"
Aran smiled while tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Why ya asking that?!"
Osamu could only think of things more promiscuous than a mere apron.

"'Cause ya look lost as fuck about getting it!"
Aran chuckled when Osamu clicked his +

tongue.

"Of course I can get ya the fricking apron. I know around my store!"
Osamu stomped out of the working station and returned with an apron perfectly fine.

Osamu noticed that Aran had placed a pair of mats and cling film on them.
He had also washed his hands, which +

immediately meant to Osamu that he had to tie Aran's apron.

Of course Aran couldn't wash his hands again, Osamu cared about him like that.

Osamu threw the loop around Aran's neck quickly, pulling the waist band around Aran's back. He looped the bands to come to the front.+

Which meant that Aran was facing him, looking slightly down at Osamu's hands.

And Osamu without thinking, pulled the loops to tighten them, dragging Aran close against Osamu's body.

"Sorry, guess it's force of habit." +

"Habit... Of tying other people's aprons or of being handsy?"
Aran swallowed when Osamu's smile turned a little wilder, his eyes hooded and tongue peeking to lick his lips.

"Let's get to it, yeah?"

Osamu cleared his throat and promptly tied Aran's apron into a knot, turning +

to place scoops of rice onto the cling film.

"I can't!"
Aran slumped forward after his third try, the Tuna filling leaking out from between the rice.

Osamu was not frustrated but amused when Aran tried to first make a sesame onigiri, quick to wrap a wonky triangle with dried +

seaweed.

It tasted as it usually did, delicious and comforting. Both of them shared alternate bites and moved on to filling a batch of rice.

"Here, try placing your hands... here."

Osamu reached from behind him, pushing closer than needed but wrapping his +

hands over Aran's.

Aran was not a small person, a little taller than Osamu in height. But Osamu still managed to wrap around him. Osamu was broader after high school, softer but strong.

Aran felt himself lose some of his composure, his eyes wide when Osamu pressed their +

palms together.

Aran noted the movements of Osamu's hands against his - partially to remember Osamu's soft skin and otherwise to take a piece of this memory with him.

"Woah, look at tha-!"
Aran turned back around with a confident smile, his hands gripping the onigiri a little +

tighter.

Osamu's eyelashes cast shadows along his face, his eyes wide and focused on Aran's face. His hands pressed against Aran's, noticing their lips mere inches apart.

"Y-You're almost there."

Osamu pushed a little forward, bending Aran against the counter. +

He immediately tried pulling away, removing his hands from Aran's.

Only Aran didn't let him, laying his palms on top of Osamu's. He placed their joint hands on the counter, bodies pressed together as he turned back to face Osamu. +

"Almost..."

Aran's voice drifted to a rumbling hum when he pressed lips against Osamu's, a soft peck before he pulled away.

"Another, please."
Osamu tipped his head to capture Aran's lips with his, drawing soft noises as they kissed. +

Aran let go of Osamu's hands, turning around to cup his face. He pulled Osamu by the neck, pressing forward.

Their lips moved against each other over and over, turning desperate. Osamu's mouth let out sweet groans and sighs as Aran held him close. +

"Let's pick this up tomorrow, yeah?"
Aran pointed at the two cling film wrapped onigiri.

Aran smiled at Osamu and pressed his thigh forward, spreading his legs. He ground his body up, pleased with Osamu's hiss.
The sound pressed against Aran's skin, making him shiver when Osamu+

kissed along his neck.

"Clean up first?"
Osamu muttered softly, a little embarrassed.

"A man of principle. You're horrible."
Aran laughed at Osamu pressing his thighs together, muttering about it not being fair.

"I can help you..."
Aran walked his fingers up Osamu's neck, +

swiping his finger over Osamu's lower lip.

"But it'll cost you, 'Samu."
Aran pecked Osamu's nose, smiling when his eyes fluttered close.

Osamu smiled and flushed till his neck, sighing when he pressed their foreheads together.

"That can be arranged."

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