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"What are you making, Mei?" You ask, when you smell the aroma of fresh bread, even from outside the apartment door.

"Duh, I'm making milk bread. Come help me." She urges.

And that is how you spend the next half an hour preparung a dough.

You actually manage to make it look just like Mei's one, and she gives you a thumbs up.

"So, yesterday, Hinata asked us what he should do to get more muscles." She begins one of her tales, while you take out a baking tray. "And Suga-san and I both blurted out the same thing, at the same exact time!"

"Just date, will you?"

"Shut up!" She hisses, turning around to hide the blush forming on her face.

Your sister really was too precious.

Fifteen minutes later, Mei teaches you how to wrap the bread up in a clean packaging, after which she gives you another thumbs up.

"Now go." She says, taking her aprin off. "Go give it to Tooru."

"To WHO?!" You cry, almost dropping the bread in your hand.

"Tooru. Tooru Oikawa." She repeats, giving you a wink. It is as if she believed that you were dumb enough not to know whenever your biggest calamity was mentioned.

But no, you knew alright. The fact that Mei made you work to make something for Oikawa only made you pissed, at first.

This type of things drives you insane, and is probably the reason why you both never shared a room.

"Hurry! While it's still warm!" Mei urges. "You don't want your efforts to grind to dust, do you?"

You hesitate a little, watching the way your sister began to load the dishes. Mei might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you still loved her.

Oikawa? Well...

Oikawa is a mess.

You whip your apron off and grab a pair of shoes before you head down to the stairs.

'I am standing here to give him milkbread again. And this time, unlike last time. I'm givung homemade milkbread to Oikawa Tooru.' Your mind continues its chants up till the third knock; to which the setter answers the door.

The two of you lock eyes for what seems like years before Oikawa cups his hands around his mouth.

"MASUMI-CHAN!" He yells really loud. He is clearly very excited to see you, dressed in a gray sweater and matchung blue shorts.

"I'm sorry." You say, and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"You saw the messages I sent, right?" He asks, to which you reply with a nod. A faint smile spreads across his face, and he shakes his head in frustration.

"I thought you hated me " He whispers.

"I do hate you."

'More than anyone.' You wanted to add.

He then takes note of what is in your hands, and you could literally swear that his chocolate-brown eyes began to shine.

"Is that Mei-chan's milkbread?!" He cries out, clapping his hands together like a wheezing seal.

"It's... I made it." You mumble, holding the packaging out towards him. No way could you face that boy in the eyes, no way.

"Masumi-chan... You made this... for me?" His voice echoes at the word 'me', and you glare at the setter.

"I-it's not like I made this for you! You louse. Its... Its leftovers!" You snap, shoving the bread in his hands.

"You're lying, I can totally tell!" He coos, and you pout before grumbling and turning around. "Are leftovers alwayd this warm?"

Embarassed, you have to climbed up six steps when Oikawa asked you for a little favour.

Well, maybe not a favour.

"Do you... Do you want to come in?"