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a/n: in which the squad feasts during Golden Week. #krtsk

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"How's it going over there?" Kei asked from the table. "Need help?"
"Nah," Tetsu replied, checking the slow cooker again, and stirring the contents. "It's almost ready, honestly." He replaced the lid and turned to smile at Kei. "Heard anything from Kou or Keiji, yet?"

"They'll be here shortly. Keiji wanted to pick up something sweet for dessert."

They were all off for Golden Week, and Kei had come down from Miyagi to spend it with his friends. It was the first time since Kei entered college that they could all get together.

Naturally, this meant that they all would try their hands at cooking something new, and something decidedly not Japanese. Well, everyone cooked except Kou, who was absolutely terrible at cooking. None of them had forgotten the time he actually managed to burn water.

The first night's offering was Tetsu's slow cooker spicy chili. He'd done all the prep work and assembly himself, and he was looking rather proud, if Kei had anything to say about it. Smirking at his lover, Kei slowly stood up and went to where Tetsu stood at the counter.

Lifting a spoon from the counter, he took the lid off, and tasted a small amount.

"Well?"
"Deep subject."
"Smartass."
"Naturally."
A moment's pause, and, "What's your verdict?"
"It's really good. Not too spicy." Kei wrapped his arm around Tetsu's waist. "But then, I'm biased."
"I'm glad you like it. I made it with you in mind."
"How sweet of you!"
"You're in rare form today."
Kei blinked as if he hadn't realized how he was speaking.
"I - I didn't..."
Tetsu kissed him into silence. "It's okay. Lord knows how much you've had to deal with me sometimes."

"We all know that," Kou said from the doorway. "Thanks for letting us in, by the way."
"Dude, you have a key," Tetsu said, glaring at his best friend. "The least you could've done was knock, or let us know you were here."
"He did," Keiji defended his boyfriend. "You were busy. Where do we put the food?" he asked, looking down at the table.
"Oh, right," Kei replied, letting go of Tetsu and returning to the table. "I was prepping tomorrow's dinner." He took the bags from Keiji and set them down on the nearest empty surface. "What did you bring?"
"Chocolate cake."
"We're not going to be able to move after dinner," Tetsu quipped. "Spicy chili, cornbread, green beans, and Keiji's chocolate cake."
"Should we change into our sweats?"
"That idea is not without merit."
"We'll go put our stuff up."
"Good idea."

*Later that evening*

"Put that on the list of 'Things To Make On A Regular Basis,'" Kou moaned. "Oh, I ate too much."
"I did, too," Tetsu groaned.
"Silver lining: we have no leftovers," Kei said, chuckling.
"But we're going to need a hand truck to move them," Keiji deadpanned.

The rest of the week was spent in prime squad fashion. They went to various neighborhood festivals and played tourist, going around to all points of interest, including the Skytree and Tokyo Tower. Then, they came home and cooked dinner, which was their favorite part of all.