A/N: I was bored.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
One word: Junpei. Two words: Food Fight.
The latter was alright, she enjoyed food fights or any other kind of 'fun', but Junpei was—for goodness sake—not letting up with the lame puns. He was beginning to sound like that bastard, Ikutsuki-san. Not that she thought of Junpei as such, of course not. But the puns were unbearable.
She was the cause of the whole food fight, though.
It couldn't be helped. The brunette couldn't take it anymore, and decided to be a bit mischievous as payback. Taking the indescribable gunk that was Fuuka's cooking, (she wouldn't say that out loud, of course) Minako flung it towards the ball-capped boy, purposely aiming in between his eyebrows.
A perfect miss.
It landed smack dab on the nose.
Yeah. A perfect miss.
His reaction was priceless.
Laughter surrounded the area, and she couldn't help but be taken over by it, as well. She started to run towards Yukari upon seeing him plaster his revenge face on.
Uh-oh. He was seemingly reaching for a piece of apple pie.
Oh, and to explain the abundance of food—-they were binging that night.
Now, back to Yukari, er, Minako was now behind Yukari, that is. And the pie that was supposedly aimed at the leader landed clear on the archer's face. She could have sworn she saw steam coming out of the girl's nose. It was fun to watch.
"Stupei, you are so dead meat!" Yukari said, screaming.
He cowered in fear. "B-But… she started it!"
Minako couldn't help but laugh when he pointed an accusatory finger at herself, to which she merely stuck a tongue out at.
It took her by surprise, when Yukari sauntered over to the boy—ice cream in hand—and pressed the cream onto his forehead whilst twisting the cone roughly. He released a disgusted moan.
And then a completely uncharacteristic Fuuka flinging a piece of sandwich at Minako.
The upperclassmen were smart enough to get out of the way.
So yeah.
Two words: Food Fight.