V relaxed himself in the comfy leather booth. It had been a while that he'd treated himself to a nice trip out to a resturaunt, and after a long stressful week of work, he decided it would be best to take a little break. He ordered a coke, sipping on it and staring out the dark window. Soon his food arrived, and the second he smelled the sweet fish all attention turned to his meal. About to dig in, a man walks over to his table. "Excuse me," he starts, and V's eyes widen in fear when he realizes who it is.
"Would you like some lemon with that?"
V begins to sweat profusely. How did he find him here. "U-um...yes, please." He couldn't deny the request, although he felt very terrified. The man, Kaito, smiled earnestly and leaned his head over, beginning to squeeze his hands on his massive hair. Slowly, little drops began to squirt out of the tip of his beautiful locks, or rather, one ginormous lock. V's forehead became hotter and hotter, his entire body soon aching in heat. The lemon drips began to make his fish wet; soft. He clenched his fists in pure agony, the juice was now leaking from Kaito's hair, filling his plate. No longer having to use his own strength, Kaito grabbed V's sweaty hand, gripping it tightly. His smile grew bigger as the fish was broken up so much, it fluttered across the plate, floating in the thick juice. As it was about to overflow, Kaito pulled his head back up, and removed his hand from V's.
"I hope you enjoy," he chuckles deeply before stroking his thighs in sweet revenge and walking away, leaving V a sticky, hot, horrified mess.