"woah." you gasped out because of the sight before your eyes.

well, as you can see, ushijima was doing something in the kitchen counter with his back facing you.

"huh?" he turned around when he heard your voice and you blinked the moment you see some white patches on the pink apron he was wearing.

"oh [y/n]." he casually said before turning back to whatever he's doing.

"wha.." you trailed off as you checked the kitchen counter. flours, egg shells and a jar of sugar was scattered on the table.

then it clicked.

he's making cookies.

"are you..baking?" you asked, still unsure.

he nodded and opened the oven beside him, putting a tray of doughs inside it and turning on the oven.

he fully turned to you with a small smile and dusted off his apron.

"it's our fourth anniversary together so i thought of baking cookies for you." he said.

'cute', you thought.

"but..you never cooked? hence, baking itself." you hesitantly mumbled while nervously glancing around the messy kitchen.

"oh. don't worry. i once cooked for my friend." he smiled to reassure you but you tilted your head,

"who's friend?"

"nea." he replied, you cannot help but to sweatdrop.

you remembered her, she was close with everybody. last september, on her birthday, almost every team in your prefecture planned and threw a party for her.

shiratorizawa was in charged of the meals and when she ate, rumours said that she turned pale and was confined in the hospital for a month. doctors claimed that she was indeed foodpoisoned.

so you are afraid for your own health this time.

"uhh. are you..sure?" you gulped when he nodded his head once more.

"we can order a pizza if you like one..." you tried to convince him, he furrowed his eyebrows and you can feel a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"i mean.."

"do you not want to taste my cookies?" you straightened up when he began to stalk his way towards you.

"n-no! it's just that.." he was now a foot away from you and you can't find a valid reason for him to not get mad.

"do you hate my cookies?" you gulped when he started to lean in,

eyes focused on yours and you were lost at words as you continued to stare at his orbs.

"[y/n].." he called out, inching is face closer to yours. you were ready for the kiss but then it never came.

"Ting!"

you bit your lip as he stepped back, chuckling at your reaction and heading his way to the oven to get the baked cookies.

now, you're very sure yourself that you hate his cookies.

first, for ruining and spoiling the kiss.

second, you just hate it.