AN: This was cross posted on AO3. I should probably move some of my fics from here to AO3... I like the layout there better. Basically the whole premise behind this is that whenever Shinomiya gets onto Yukihira for small things, Yukihira just does the 'I'm agreeing with what you're saying but not actually paying attention' kinda thing (YOU KNOW THE ONE I'M TALKING ABOUT. IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT IT'S LIKE A LAZY 'HAI' THAT'S DRAWN OUT AND STUFF.)

Shinomiya huffed and looked off to the side as Yukihira laughed while chopping a stalk of celery and talking with the rest of the staff. The redhead was getting along well with his kitchen staff and the pink haired man couldn't help but feel both elated and jealous all at once.

Huffing once more, Shinomiya couldn't help but to admire how Yukihira was laughing with Abel. He remembered back when Yukihira was just a brat at Totsuki and how Abel had yet to warm up to him. Now they got along quite well... almost too well.

Feeling eyes on the back of his neck, Yukihira turned and caught his shishou's eye and grinned. After graduating in the first seat he had thought about going back to the diner and just setting up shop there; taking over for his pops, but he knew he still had a lot to learn and so he'd called up his senpai and asked if he could cook under him for a year or two to learn all that he could at "Shino's".

"Shinomiya-shishou, come try this! Abel-chef and I were tinkering around with some ingredients earlier to see if we could get a perfect blend of sweet, sour, and spice for this glaze."

"Tch, brat, if you have time to be bothering Abel you have time to be doing more prep."

"Hai, haiiiiii." Came the sing song tune of Yukihira mockingly agreeing. They both knew that he'd done the prep work an hour beforehand so that he could 'bother' the others.

After dinner as they were closing up, Shinomiya dismissed everyone but Yukihira. The rest of the staff waved good-bye and Abel raised a brow at the bespectacled chef before walking off.

"Eh, what did you need, Shinomiya-shishou? Gonna give me a few pointers maybe?"

"Tch..."

Shinomiya looked away from Yukihira for a minute and the red head chuckled under his breath before leaning forward so that there was barely any space between the two.

"Ehhh, what's wrong senpai?" Yukihira asks teasingly, golden eyes glinting in the dim lighting of the dining area. The two had been dancing around each other for a year now and the red head felt like he was ready to pursue... whatever this was. "You know... your brow kinda does this thing in the middle when you get jealous and you gain a twitch in the corner of your mouth. It's cute."

"Whatever I do, I do well and with grace. Nothing I do can be called cute, brat; also, I'm not jealous of anything or anyone!"

"Hai, haiiiiii."

"Stop that, you know I hate it when you condescendingly agree-!"

Gold met gold before the shorter of the two closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of his lips against Shinomiya's. The kiss was sweet and innocent and Shinomiya stood tense before scowling when he felt Yukihira's teeth scrape his bottom lip.

"You always ruin soft moments with your boldness, Yukihira."

"Ah, but that's why you like me. We're kinda the same in that aspect, hm? You love to ruin soft moments by scowling all the time~"

"Shut up."

"Haiiiiii."

AN: I can't draw things out? How do authors write long things? Help?