Title: Mouse in the Corn Crib, Horse in the Hay
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, humour.
Summary: Suzuna in her element; or the ultimate cookery sensei mode.
Disclaimer: All foodstuffs and athletes were not harmed in the production of this fanfic.
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Written for White Day. Apologies for its unbeta'ed state, and if I got any of Suzuna's nicknames for the characters wrong. I had to invent most of them since I read the series in Chinese and couldn't find the English equivalents. (*Please ignore the technicalities in making chocolate too*)
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"Ah; the consistency is all wrong! This won't do at all!"
"My apologies, sensei."
"It's all right, Banba-chan, but I'm afraid you'll have to start a new batch. Remember; less force, more love!" And the hulk of a man inclined his head obediently as the miniscule cheerleader continued down the row.
"Ya! You're adding waayyy too much sugar; Kakkei-chin! " He had the nerve to quirk his eyebrow back at her; as if pouring in close to half a cup of the sweet stuff was the most natural thing to do. Hmph!
Then she remembered the data on the tastes of his partner.
"….Never mind." Far be it on her head if he managed to hype up his already exhaustingly energetic boyfriend.
And the pint-sized Stella-Parks-in-the-making marched on.
Somewhere further ahead, Seibu's star quarterback observed the proceedings with lazily opened eyes as he picked up the bottle of banana flavouring. "Yare, yare. That lady is one tough teacher, isn't she?"
Takami nodded from beside him, adjusting his glasses –after wiping his sticky digits. "I suppose. But strict discipline and a demand for perfection are precisely what'll make this class successful, aren't they?"
"Fuu," Akaba agreed. "Only a beat like that will produce good chocolate."
"Speaking of which, what are you doing here?" It was common knowledge that the closest thing the tight-end ever received to reciprocation from the object of his fanatical pursuits had been extra harassment.
"Fuu," The inquired smiled; not the least bit frazzled. "Such details do not matter when one receives kicks delivered with such heartfelt rhythm." With that he reached over the counter for a clean spoon, in a discreet shift of the hips that reminded him of the battered comb in his pocket.
"Forget that! Why is he even here? He's still oni single!" The last occupant at their work surface exclaimed; gesturing to the initiator of the conversation. His chocolate was turning out just fine; but then, Unsui's favourite had been characteristically simple.
The hatted man shrugged. "Guilty as charged. Tetsuma took the coach too literally again this morning; but refused to stay in bed unless he had something to give Raimon-kun. And I happened to be free tonight, so…"
"No, STOP; SHIN-SAN! You're using the HAND-WHISK, THE HAND WHISK! And Sena likes his almonds chopped, not powdered!"
Cue all footballers pausing in their beating and measuring to watch the spectacle (save Banba, who now disliked raisins with a passion). "We're not getting any help next year, are we."
"Fuu."
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(Owari)
Stella Parks- a famous pastry chef
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