Icecream
Extensive studies of calculative theories and algorithms were rendered inert by the simple act of one solitary pink tongue chiselling a clear hundred from Rei Ryugazaki's IQ and subsequently x amount of cream from that iced lolly his slender hands gripped.
If C was the sum of that dairy mass and T, for tease, represented Nagisa's ability with his tongue, to the power of 4— The time since the blonds first kiss, then the resulting…
He shuddered at a particular slurp which wiped his mind blanker than a slate before he could even hope to factor in the precarious position of that delectable treat upon the cone it was borne.
"Nagisa-kun! You said you would only be taking a bite!" A belated cry of protest that earned a far too timely smirk from his sort of— Perhaps— Lover.
Spaghetti
Crimson sauce flecked the blond boys cheeks even as bluenet exhaled sharply in exasperation though no criticism came to light of the appalling table manners of his companion. Quite frankly the fact he had cooked for the gannet of a diner was to begin with a fallacy and unbelievable to himself, almost. He tightened his grip on the western cutlery, a fork, twirling the noodles into a neat bundle and collecting some of the sauce and minced meat. His eating pace, compared to Nagisa's, was more a snails then anything else so as not to experience indigestion or to choke.
"It's delicious!" The praise came from a mouth stuffed with food and almost akin to a hamster whose cheeks were stuffed. Rei's brows furrowed and the angle at which he had turned his face away caused unintentional flare that made the nature of his slightly sour expression a mystery. He couldn't assume Nagisa was clueless however because he had done his research and had discovered the other was only lacking when he wished to pretend to be though why he would do so was mystifying.
"...Thank you Nagisa. Be that as it may, you seem to be getting more of it on the table then in your mouth." Furthermore he distastefully regarded what would fall upon him to be the duty of cleaning.
Cleaning was the last thing on his mind though when the blond slurped a mouthful in what could only seem a deliberately sensual manner that flushed his cheeks a pastel pink and earned him clearing his throat.