Title: The Last Piece of Cake
Rated: K+
Summary: Or in which Tsuna and Kyoko stare at each other to get it.
Warn: ooc, absurd, weird, not beta'd.
Four hazel eyes glared at each other while both owners kept their hands on the table. The brunet teen smirked as the other glowered.
Minutes passed again as a pair of brown narrowed her eyes while the other pair of brown widened his smirk.
"It's mine, Kyoko."
"No, it's mine, Tsuna."
"Nope, mine."
"Tsuna, don't test my patience—it's mine."
Head leaning back a little, but still eyeing her closely, Tsuna's amused smirk got wider.
"Well aren't you in a bad mood today, Kyoko."
Eyes narrowing again, Kyoko glowered. "Then give me the damned cake Tsuna." giving him the "I dare you," tone to him.
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"Never." not even a second later, four hands instantly dove to the table to get the last piece of cake of the week. While the two usually-meek-looking teens were respectively scary as Hell when it came to the sweet goodness (aka cakes, cookies, and such) at this very moment—it was like looking at Hibari's blood lust for searching strong opponents or Mukuro's not-so healthy addiction toward chocolates—with both sides didn't want to lose to the other.
It was clear who the winner was.
(As clear as the sun in the sky.)
"Dammit Kyoko—that was my last stash for the whole week—and you just took it!" Kyoko giggled in victory, a hand was holding the plate upward, while Tsuna cursed aloud, trying to reach it in a dramatic manner from the other side of the table (even with his height right now, he still couldn't reach the egg-white plate).
"Well, that goes to show you should never challenge a sugar-low girl about cakes, Tsuna."
"But still—that's my last—"
"My win this round, Tsu-kun~"
"Dammit!"
THE END
A/N: A fic I wrote during Bahasa Indonesia time—should've been a "friendly rivalry between 86 and 95" fic but scrapped the idea. I don't know the exact timeline for this, so it's your guess. Reviews would be lovely, thank you. :)
~G L. [Jakarta, 28.08.2014]