Tohru/Kyo, 338 Words, written at work 19th August 2006.
Noticing
"Stupid," Kyo grumbled, fists clenched at his sides in constrained irritation.
Tohru looked up, blinking wide-eyed. "Kyo-kun?" she asked tentatively. "Is something the matter?"
Kyo rolled his eyes, huffing out a "no" and opening the fridge door violently.
Tohru watched him for a moment, seeing the twitching of his fingers against the smooth white surface of the fridge.
She knew she'd done something to annoy him, but she didn't know what it was, which wasn't very helpful, because she couldn't really fix something when she wasn't really sure what was wrong.
Sighing a little, she pressed her hands back down into the dough she was kneading.
"Baka!"
"Huh?"
"You're doing it all wrong!" Kyo growled out loudly, stomping over and glaring at the dough.
"I… am?" Tohru responded weakly, utterly confused as to what Kyo was talking about. She lifted her hands from the dough; odd bits of flour over her arms and clumps of slightly wet dough stuck on her palms and between her fingers.
"Here, you're supposed to do it like this," Kyo huffed, and stood next to her so that their shoulders pressed against each other.
He put his hands over hers and pressed them back down onto the dough, pushing her palms into the soft mixture and then lifting them again.
"See?" Kyo demanded.
Tohru hesitated in replying. She really couldn't see what the difference was – except that now there were two sets of hands covered in dough.
"I don't get it," Kyo grumbled under his breath, and Tohru looked up at him.
"Don't get what?"
"You."
"Oh."
Tohru didn't get what Kyo was talking about either.
His hands were warm on top of hers. His shoulder was a little hard; bony where his teenage body was still growing. His shirt was a little dirty – Yuki's fault of course – and Tohru had been meaning to offer to cut his hair for a while now.
His cheeks were also flushed pink but if Tohru noticed, she was good enough not to say anything at all.
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