Ship/Character: Most of the Haikyuu!! Captains Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: Mayhem, Word Count: 575 Remix Permission: Sure! If you can make anything of this
I’m sorry, this got out of hand. It’s not really Bokuto&/Kuroo centric and more “all the captains I could squeeze in”-centric. Also, I know nothing about the Great British Bake-off, only vague French versions that I once watched for a total of 10 minutes.
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“I’m telling you bro’, this one is mine,”
“No no no, this one is definitely mine,”
One Sawamura Daichi looks up from where he’s beating eggs into his mixture over to where Kuroo and Bokuto appear to be having a showdown in front of one of the many fridges at their disposal.
It’s their fourth week into the competition and they’ve all been doing wonderful, an odd sense of camaraderie has settled between all of them, so of course, Daichi, being the caring person he is, takes a look at the clock and decides he can spare five minutes to see what the problem is.
That was ten minutes ago.
He thinks the timer has been paused though, as even the judges and presenters - Moniwa Kaname, primed baker with his own chain of renowned bakeries, Terushima Yuuji, the channel’s favourite presenter and goofball and Ushijima Wakatoshi famous online blogger and foodie extraordinaire - have come over to watch the spectacle of Bokuto Koutarou and Kuroo Tetsurou as they fight over two identical bowls.
Well, almost identical.
“I’m betting the green one is Kuroo’s,” Daishou Suguru says from next to him, prompting Kuroo to whirl on him,
“Ha? What’s that you snake?”
“You heard me, or is your hearing already on it’s way out, old man?”
“Wait, aren’t you older than me though!?”
“That’s enough,” The bored voice of Kita Shinsuke cuts in, “Each of you just take a bowl so that we can resume the competition,”
“We can’t do that!” “But this one is green!” Both Kuroo and Bokuto answer at the same time, turning to pout at each other. Kita shrugs at them,
“Then make a new batch,” And he leaves to return to his station, leaving the rest of them to stare at him, slightly awed. Daichi shakes himself and turns back to the two bickering chefs
“How about sharing the good one? If that’s okay?” He looks to the judges for confirmation.
Terushima, obviously finding the interactions up until now rather hilarious, is quick to nod, grin adorning his face,
“That’s fine by me,” he looks to Ushijima for consent, the latter staying silent for a moment before speaking,
“It is not usually permitted for contestants to help each other, but as this is a rather peculiar occurrence, I suppose we can allow it,” Kuroo and Bokuto visibly perk up, if the stoic Ushijima is allowing the rules to be bent, they’re definitely going to make the most of it,
“But there’s not going to be enough for the two of us,” Kuroo complains, Bokuto crossing his arms and nodding along in agreement,
Before anyone can cause more mayhem by opening their mouth, Moniwa steps in, taking the ‘good’ bowl of custard from the fridge and leading a confused Kuroo and Bokuto away, giving the two tips as he goes.
Daichi sighs and returns to his own station, picking up his whisk just as the smell of smoke reaches his nostrils and suddenly he’s drenched as the fire alarm goes off, the sprinklers doing their job of extinguishing any flames.
They all turn to where Oikawa Tooru is cursing loudly, some kind of blackened monstrosity held between his oven mits.
Well, at least this year’s competition is interesting, he thinks as Terushima gleefully turns the ‘days with no fire alarms’ counter from their record of 2 back down to 0.
FILL: Team Sowlmates, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mayhem,
Word Count: 575
Remix Permission: Sure! If you can make anything of this
I’m sorry, this got out of hand. It’s not really Bokuto&/Kuroo centric and more “all the captains I could squeeze in”-centric. Also, I know nothing about the Great British Bake-off, only vague French versions that I once watched for a total of 10 minutes.
***
“I’m telling you bro’, this one is mine,”
“No no no, this one is definitely mine,”
One Sawamura Daichi looks up from where he’s beating eggs into his mixture over to where Kuroo and Bokuto appear to be having a showdown in front of one of the many fridges at their disposal.
It’s their fourth week into the competition and they’ve all been doing wonderful, an odd sense of camaraderie has settled between all of them, so of course, Daichi, being the caring person he is, takes a look at the clock and decides he can spare five minutes to see what the problem is.
That was ten minutes ago.
He thinks the timer has been paused though, as even the judges and presenters - Moniwa Kaname, primed baker with his own chain of renowned bakeries, Terushima Yuuji, the channel’s favourite presenter and goofball and Ushijima Wakatoshi famous online blogger and foodie extraordinaire - have come over to watch the spectacle of Bokuto Koutarou and Kuroo Tetsurou as they fight over two identical bowls.
Well, almost identical.
“I’m betting the green one is Kuroo’s,” Daishou Suguru says from next to him, prompting Kuroo to whirl on him,
“Ha? What’s that you snake?”
“You heard me, or is your hearing already on it’s way out, old man?”
“Wait, aren’t you older than me though!?”
“That’s enough,” The bored voice of Kita Shinsuke cuts in, “Each of you just take a bowl so that we can resume the competition,”
“We can’t do that!” “But this one is green!” Both Kuroo and Bokuto answer at the same time, turning to pout at each other. Kita shrugs at them,
“Then make a new batch,” And he leaves to return to his station, leaving the rest of them to stare at him, slightly awed. Daichi shakes himself and turns back to the two bickering chefs
“How about sharing the good one? If that’s okay?” He looks to the judges for confirmation.
Terushima, obviously finding the interactions up until now rather hilarious, is quick to nod, grin adorning his face,
“Sure! Sounds good, what d’you think, Ushiwaka-chan? Moniwa-chan?” Moniwa nods kindly
“That’s fine by me,” he looks to Ushijima for consent, the latter staying silent for a moment before speaking,
“It is not usually permitted for contestants to help each other, but as this is a rather peculiar occurrence, I suppose we can allow it,” Kuroo and Bokuto visibly perk up, if the stoic Ushijima is allowing the rules to be bent, they’re definitely going to make the most of it,
“But there’s not going to be enough for the two of us,” Kuroo complains, Bokuto crossing his arms and nodding along in agreement,
Before anyone can cause more mayhem by opening their mouth, Moniwa steps in, taking the ‘good’ bowl of custard from the fridge and leading a confused Kuroo and Bokuto away, giving the two tips as he goes.
Daichi sighs and returns to his own station, picking up his whisk just as the smell of smoke reaches his nostrils and suddenly he’s drenched as the fire alarm goes off, the sprinklers doing their job of extinguishing any flames.
They all turn to where Oikawa Tooru is cursing loudly, some kind of blackened monstrosity held between his oven mits.
Well, at least this year’s competition is interesting, he thinks as Terushima gleefully turns the ‘days with no fire alarms’ counter from their record of 2 back down to 0.