I originally wrote this short for a drabble challenge I invented for myself. Of the five stories I did, only two involved non-RP versions of these characters; this is the shorter of the two.
Rated Kid-Friendly.
"Yuunya~ I'm hungry~"
Yuuma looked down at the pink-haired girl clinging to his side, his expression showing a distinct lack of surprise. "Iro-chan, you just had lunch an hour ago, how are you hungry already?"
Iroha sulked and pulled on the taller boy's shirt, peering up into his lean face as she whined in answer. "I want ice cream! Buy me ice cream, Yuunya~"
"Alright, alright…" Yuuma sighed and headed in the direction of the nearest ice cream stand… which coincidentally was mere seconds away. The kittyler ordered a huge soft ice cream cone while Yuuma looked mournfully at his wallet; the girl was quite happy until she realized that Yuuma hadn't bought anything for himself. "Yuunya, didn't you want any?"
"I, uh…" Yuuma rubbed his hand against his beanie self-consciously. "I'm still full from lunch, Iro-chan."
"Mmm." Iroha gave Yuuma a disbelieving look, and darted over to a nearby bench, ponytail flying out behind her, and forcing her boyfriend to catch up to her. He did just that, though he didn't run. He sprawled on the bench beside her, lanky legs half-bent to stay comfortable.
Glancing sideways at Iroha, Yuuma's eyebrows vanished under his beanie as he saw her suspicious look. "What?"
"Is that rea~lly why you didn't buy yourself any, Yuunya? I know you like shaved ice, and it doesn't fill you up that much." Iroha's eyes narrowed to little slits as she peered around her ice cream cone.
Yuuma sighed, pulling his beanie down over his eyes with shame. "I'm no good at lying, huh. … I'm kind of short on cash, Iroha, and… well, if I got myself something, I couldn't afford that movie you wanted to see. I don't even have enough to get popcorn right now."
The pink-haired boy sat in blind silence for a moment before he felt something cold on the tip of his nose; stifling a yelp, he pulled up the beanie and found himself staring into orange eyes barely a foot away from him. She was on the edge of the bench between his legs, perched on the tips of her toes, and how she'd moved there without him noticing was beyond him.
"Silly Yuunya. I don't need to go to a movie or anything like that. I just want to spend time with you, 'cause I love you." She grinned brightly, and Yuuma found himself blushing at the girl's innocent admission.
"I… uh… I love you too, Iroha. Alright, if that's how you feel… maybe I will get something." He smiled wryly… and then blinked at the pout on Iroha's face.
"Mou~ but don't you want to help me finish my ice cream instead?" She pointed to the bit of soft-serve that she'd smeared on the tip of Yuuma's nose; his eyes crossed with the effort to see it. Quick as the cat she resembled, she leaned forward and licked it off the tip of his nose, licking her lips as she leaned back and Yuuma's face turned incandescently red. "Mmm, Yuunya flavour is definitely the best!"
"Why you little vixen-" Iroha let out a shriek as Yuuma grabbed her; it was only by a miracle that the rest of her ice cream cone stayed in her hand, instead of ending up on the bench, ground, or either of them. She ended up sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest, and she purred happily at this turn of events.
She sat there, happily munching away at her ice cream for a moment, until Yuuma stopped her with a gentle touch on her cheek. She looked up into his yellow eyes, seeing a playful glimmer in them that caught her breath.
"You've got some ice cream on your lips, Iro-chan. Shall I get it for you?" The mischevious smile on his face made her heart flop over like a sleeping cat, and she nodded eagerly.
The ice cream in Iroha's cone slowly melted and ran over her clutching fingers, but she didn't even notice.