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yomimashou skipped, so I took my turn.

Really wanted to write a proper Christmas fic, but instead I only managed a 500 word drabble involving Yamada, Chinen, Inoo, cookies, video games, and trademark snark. Maybe next turn.

“Enough to make me beg?” An eyebrow quirks up. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Yamada reaches the counter just in time to slap Chinen’s hand away with an oven mitten. “Yeah, they’re even better cooked,” he says drily, whisking away both trays to safety and returning to checking the oven timer.

“The question is, what would it make you beg for?” Inoo asks, a soft thunk when he joins Chinen in resting his elbows on the counter. “Water? The trash can?”

Over the sounds of Chinen’s laughter, Yamada is proud that he actually waits until the trays occupy each of the oven racks, and that the oven door is closed, before throwing a mitten. It misses and goes soaring above Inoo’s head, but Inoo hops off his stool and picks it up, still looking way too gleeful as he waves it around.

Yamada begins sweeping up the utensils from various places in his kitchen to stack up. “No, more.” He tries to hide his smirk in the grudging silence that follows, keeping his head down as he approaches the counter.

“But Ryosuke,” Chinen pipes up. “Has anyone ever compared before and after? You know, in the name of science.”

“What are you getting at?” Yamada asks. Though he’s pretty sure he knows what Chinen’s getting at, he reaches across to grab the scales by Inoo’s elbow.

“At least let us lick the bowl,” Chinen says, eyes big and wide and innocent, and they have a stare-down until of course Yamada blinks first. He pushes the bowl towards him with an elbow, his sigh purely for show because he himself had taking liberal helpings of cookie mixture not even an hour ago.

Ignoring Chinen’s cheer and Inoo’s laughing protests that don’t stop him from dipping a finger into the bowl, Yamada brings the rest of the stack to the sink.

Yamada has long learnt never to play cards when Inoo and Chinen are involved, and he’s pretty sure they’ll be doing a lot of that later tonight anyway, so they sit on his bed playing two rounds of trying to kill each other’s video game characters instead, while waiting for his cookies to bake.

“The reindeer is mine!” Chinen declares even before he makes it to the first floor.

“Why?” Inoo wants to know, first down the stairs, currently leaning against the wall.

“It’s a reindeer,” as though that explains anything. “Besides, it looks better than the elf.”

Yamada trudges along behind him. “Hey, I worked hard on that elf.”

“Work harder, Ryosuke.” Chinen doesn’t even look back as they all head into the kitchen.

“Ow, it’s hot,” Inoo says, yanking his hand back from the tray that Yamada had only just placed on the counter.

Nobody deigns to answer him, but Chinen’s hand is slowly withdrawn.

Yamada gestures to the jug next to him, and tries to keep a straight face. “So, keen for water?”

Your turn,

daydreamar!

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