Veeeery quick fic here. I was actually going somewhere with this, but I totally forgot and I want to try and focus on my contest entry. However, I didn't really think it was worth scrapping. I do not own Beyblade.
Culinary Delights
Tyson sat at his desk, frowning intently as he tinkered with Dragoon's attack ring. Kai sat on his bed, Dranzer next to his knee where he had set him down, watching Tyson... on a strictly competitive, strategic level, of course.
However, the way the blue-haired boy bit on the tip of his thumb when he was thinking or ran his index finger under his nose while he was sorting through the various Beyblade parts he owned was what was seemingly transfixing him. Tyson flicked a few light defence rings away from the top of the pile on his desk, found one that looked a little sturdier and smirked as he carefully rebuilt Dragoon back to pristine condition.
"There, that should do it," the champ declared, grinning from ear to eat as he replaced the bit chip and watched it glimmer slightly in recognition.
"You should have used the other attack ring," Kai said calmly, eyes shutting just as Tyson looked over his shoulder in question, "That one is going to be too heavy for the blade."
"Not with the new defence ring I equipped!" Tyson smirked, waving his newly rebuilt Beyblade under Kai's nose, "You should have been paying attention instead of sitting there with your eyes shut. If you had, you might have had a chance to beat Dragoon and me this time!"
"Not a chance," Kai smirked, grabbing Dranzer off Tyson's bed, "And I can back it up."
"Fine then," Tyson replied, grinning, "Best two out of three?"
"You're on."
Kai grunted, watching Tyson stumble back into his house.
"I can't believe you stopped our match for this."
"Can it, Kai!" Tyson snapped, before groaning and walking unsteadily into the kitchen.
"I've never known anyone to eat like you."
"And I've never known anyone to be a pain in the ass like you!" Tyson said, weakly picking out a bento box and a set of disposable chopsticks and sitting at the kitchen table.
Kai smirked and sat down next to the younger teen, whom immediately began to stuff his face.
"Aaaah, that hits the spot!" Tyson sighed, his mouth half-full. Kai grimaced and gingerly flicked the half-chewed pieces of rice off his cheek.
"Hey, Kai!" Tyson beamed, waving the shrimp on his fork under Kai's nose, "Are you hungry?"
"No."
"If you don't eat you're not gonna be able to beat me next time either!"
"I never lost," Kai snapped, "Your stomach stopped the match at one all, remember?"
Tyson chuckled and pressed the shrimp so close to Kai's face that he was practically inhaling it.
Kai grunted and concentrated on sitting perfectly still, eyes shut, in a state of perfect relaxation... as much as he could manage when Tyson was poking him with a piece of seafood that was leaving greasy smears of bread crumbs on the blue tattoos on his cheeks.
"C'mon, Kai... I'm just worried about my best buddy is all..."
Kai's eyes remained closed, but he was almost positive that Tyson was smirking as he spoke.
Warm breath drifted across the shell of his ear as Tyson leaned closer, and the older teen tried his best not to flinch.
"I really like you, Kai."
"Wha-?" Kai started, eyes opening and mouth ganging agape. He and Tyson stared at one another for a moment, before Tyson leaned in...
... and jammed the shrimp on his fork into Kai's open mouth.
"I win!" Tyson exclaimed, darting out of the room before Kai could even speak. Kai didn't know whether to feel furious or awkward or content or a mixture of emotion, so he settled on relaxing back into the chair and swallowing the shrimp in his mouth, a slight smile on his face as he did so.
END
