Chop... Chop... Chop. You stood at the counter of your kitchen, chopping vegetables with graceful concentration. Shigure strode in and got himself a glass of water. Leaning against the refrigerator, he watched you carefully as you continued with your task. Occasionally you would glance over at the elder man, wondering why he was just staring. Growing tired after twenty minutes, you finally asked.
"What do you want, Shigure?" You called to him gently.
For a moment, he did not speak, simply taking in the site of you.
"Please don't be offended," he began, a slow, perverted grin inching its way across his handsome face, "but watching you with that knife is really turning me on," he ended with a sly wink.
You were thankful that your _(H/C)_ hair covered your face as your lips almost twitched into a smile. Setting down the knife, you slowly turned to him. You forced back the blush and attempted to keep a blank expression. Picking up some of the flour that had been spilled earlier, you flicked it at his chest, avoiding his eyes.
"Get out of my kitchen," you demanded softly in a bored tone.