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It's mid-December and the snow is very slowly starting to accumulate, about three inches on the ground already and another snowstorm on the way. Kumon and Misumi are out in the snow trying to build a triangular snowman while Sakyo is watching the college kids have a snowball fight with an exasperated look on his face. Tsumugi watches on with endearment as Taichi gets snow shoved down his back by Banri, the faux redhead letting out a surprised shout as Kazunari lobs a snowball three feet to the left of Tsuzuru’s head.
As usual, Omi can be found in the kitchen, this time leaning against the counter as he waits for some cookies to finish baking. Muku and Yuki had wanted to decorate cookies, and the two had cut out each shape before disappearing into Yuki and Tenma’s shared room with Azami in tow. He quietly scrolls Inste, looking at his former schoolmates’ posts and liking them with a soft smile.
“What are you looking at?” Tasuku suddenly asks from beside him. The older is leaning on the counter next to him, close enough that their shoulders are touching. “Are you looking at boys?”
“Tasuku please,” Omi laughs. “I thought you were going skiing this weekend.”
“Friend got sick, so we’re postponing it to after the show,” Tasuku says with an imperceptible frown. “How long until those cookies are finished?”
“I’ll have you know that those are for Muku and Yuki,” Omi chides. “But four minutes.”
“They won’t notice if I steal one right?” Tasuku teases.
“Oh they might, and you know how Yuki gets when something goes missing,” Omi reminds him playfully. “They’ll probably let you have one once they’re decorated.”
Tasuku huffs out a laugh and puts his arm around Omi’s waist, watching the younger continue scrolling through Instegram. The two sit in relative silence for a few minutes before the timer on the oven goes off and Omi moves to put on some oven mitts. He pulls the cookie sheet out of the oven with care, the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies filling the kitchen. Tasuku looks at the cookies with a hint of childish curiosity as Omi moves them off the hot cookie sheet and onto a cooling rack. “So are they going to decorate the cookies now?”
Omi chuckles. “No, silly, they need to cool. Until then, I’m going to have Yuki and Muku make frosting, since Muku found a nice recipe that looks like it’s got pretty low sugar that he wanted to try out.”
“But isn’t frosting supposed to be sweet?” Tasuku asks.
“It can be, it really depends,” Omi says as he shoots Muku a text. “Tasuku, do you want hot chocolate?”
“Sure, why not.” Omi nods and moves to fill the kettle. “Do you want milk or water?”
“Milk, duh,” Tasuku says as he disappears into the pantry to find the hot chocolate powder. “Fushimi, do we have marshmallows?”
“We should, let me get the milk boiling and I can help you look,” he says, turning the stove on. He places the kettle on the burner before glancing over at Tasuku, who has returned with four opened boxes of hot chocolate powder and a plastic jar of marshmallows.
“I think Hyodo got into these,” Tasuku says with a laugh as he sets the ingredients down on the counter. Omi grabs two mugs out of the cupboard and sets them down, letting Tasuku pour out each packet of hot chocolate into the mugs.
“I would not be surprised,” Omi responds. “He got into Matsukawa’s stash of Kamekichi buns again earlier this week.”
The milk has just started boiling when Muku, Yuki, and Azami wander back into the kitchen. “You guys want some?” Tasuku asks, holding up one of the four boxes of hot chocolate powder.
“Yes please!” Muku immediately says. Both Azami and Yuki shrug, so Omi gets three mugs out for them.
“Are you three ready to start on decorating?” Omi asks as he starts pouring out the milk.
“Hot chocolate first, then we’ll decorate,” Muku decides.
“Will you three be alright without supervision?” Omi asks, already getting another mug out for whoever they might have to call in.
“Nah, we’ll be fine, thanks Mum,” Yuki says, waving him off. “Go hang out together or whatever you boring old people do, I can practically see it in your eyes that you two want to go cuddle somewhere.”
Tasuku splutters, nearly dropping a handful of marshmallows on the counter. Omi just smiles it off, although Tasuku can see his ears turning red. “We’ll let you guys do your thing then,” he says, grabbing two mugs. “Feel free to add as many marshmallows as you want.”
“Don’t add too much, you’ll break out,” Azami groans as Muku grabs a fistful.
Omi laughs. “Have fun you guys,” and the two walk out to the common space. Other than Hisoka napping on the sofa, no one else is in the room. They sit down on the other sofa, quietly drinking their hot chocolate together. “Tasuku, you really wanted to go on that ski trip, didn’t you.” Omi breaks the silence.
Tasuku shrugs. “It is what it is, my friend woke up with a fever this morning. Couldn’t be helped. Besides,” he takes a sip of his hot chocolate that leaves him with a slight mustache. “It gives me time to relax.”
“At least you’re relaxing instead of whatever Homare-san is doing,” Omi chuckles. Tasuku looks out the window in time to catch Masumi and Banri teaming up on him, pelting the adult with snowballs. Homare looks at him and mouths something along the lines of “help me Tasuku please” and Tasuku just takes another sip of hot chocolate as Banri shoves show into his jacket.
“Banri-” Omi nearly gets up before Sakyo is on top of them. Tasuku snorts, and Omi sits back into the couch. Tasuku scoots closer and rests his head on Omi's shoulder, effectively holding him hostage like a cat.
They could deal with it on their own.
The two peacefully finish up their hot chocolate, purposely oblivious to the chaos happening outside. “Tasuku, we should find time to go skiing. Or snowboarding.”
“I mean, I think the director is planning on it soon,” Tasuku says. “But-”
“Just us, I mean.”
Tasuku looks out the window again, seeing Guy pick up Citron as Misumi torments him. Kumon's shrieks as he gets chased around are loud enough to make Hisoka stir, but not wake.
“Yeah. That would be nice.”