Kikumaru Eiji bounced over to a huge plate of doughnuts, picked one up, and pointed it at Fuji.
"Arrr! Swab the deck, matey, or yar walk the plank!"
Fuji sighed and smiled, delicately picking up a powdered doughnut and examining it from all edges.
"Sorry, Eiji, I don't eat sweets. I eat wasabi, remember?"
Eiji pouted, as a couple of girls nearby giggled. "Ooh, he's so cute like that!"
Fuji sweatdropped, and opened his bento box, where a Ziploc bag filled with wasabi and rice crackers lay next to a thermos filled with bittermelon soup.
The redhead bounced over to Fuji's side and peered in. "Mmmm... rice crackers! Can I have some, Fuji?" Fuji grinned maliciously.
"Only if you do a favor for me."
Eiji pondered the question. The thought of a small, harmless favor for a handful of yummy, soy-saucey rice crackers was tempting. Inside his head, a battle raged.
Devil: Eat them! They're so goooooddddd...
Angel: You don't know what Fuji has planned for you!!!
Devil: Eat them!
Angel: Leave them!
And so on.
"Ok, Fuji!" Kikumaru winked and held out his hand. "One handful of rice crackers, pweeze!"
(Devil: YES! POINT FOR ME!)
Fuji shook his head. "You have to do what I asked you first, remember?"
"Whatever... So, what is it?"
The tensai gestured his head. "Go kiss that. Over there. Yes," he said in response to Eiji's bewildered stare. "I mean it."
Eiji was back in a second, panting and blushing furiously. "GIVE ME MY RICE CRACKERS!" When Fuji began to laugh maliciously, Eiji grabbed the entire Ziploc of crackers and ran out of the room.
Syuusuke Fuji grinned at a stunned-looking Oishi and whispered, "Too bad... I feel so jealous now."