Fighting
No one really expected that the cookies would turn out good. No one was even expecting that the cookies would end up edible. Assuming that the cookies would turn out to be a disaster was like expecting the inevitable. But when Shinra's group took out the tray from the oven, everyone's attention were one the brown heavenly pieces which smelled like sinful, guilty pleasure that teased the taste buds and olfactory nerves of everyone in the room.
No one also knew how the cookies ended up being so tasty. With the way Shizuo and Izaya were bickering with each other, with thinly veiled tension, it was a small wonder the cookies survived the encounter with the duo.
With that, everyone else, teacher included, scrambled to grab a piece from the tray, which leaves the group in question with another predicament, one which Shinra decided wasn't worth risking his life over.
Shizuo eyed Izaya warily. "I mixed everything including the dough, Izaya-kun." The blond stressed out.
"Well I prepared everything else." Izaya shot. "Most of the time, you were too busy getting lost on those sick day dreams of yours and…" Izaya wisely shut up when the empty tray Shizuo held bent at an awkward angle at Shizuo's hands with the awful screeching sound of protesting metal.
Point in fact one: there was only one left. One damned cookie left.
Point in fact two: both Shizuo and Izaya wanted it.
Frankly, no one was surprised anymore at what followed.
Shizuo made a quick lunge for the plate, but Izaya beat him to it by grabbing the plate and tossing it in Shinra's direction. Izaya put one foot on the table as leverage and jumped, aiming for Shinra, but Shizuo caught him by ankle and pulled.
Izaya did a little twist, pushing his other foot against Shizuo's arm, earning a grunt from the blond and broke free, making a quick run for Shinra. With a smirk, he grabbed the cookie triumphantly.
To further aggravate the blond's temper, Izaya made a show of putting the edge of the cookie in his mouth and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his rival even more and goad him into giving into.
"Now, now, Shizuo, remember? No fighting." Shinra gulped as a vein throbbed in Shizuo's temple in response.
Izaya would have smirked if he could through the cookie between his teeth when he saw Shizuo take menacing steps towards him. He knew Shizuo wouldn't be able to hold his temper in. A smile played on the corner of his lips as the boy loomed over him.
No one expected what happened next.
Everyone watched, stupefied as Heiwajima Shizuo bent down and bit the rest of the exposed cookie off Izaya's mouth.
The world stood still for long moments, as if a single motion would cause chaos to erupt. No one moved an inch while Shizuo munched thoughtfully, savoring the sweetness, before he turned his back and walked out of the room.
In the shock of the moment, no one even realized that the school bell had rung.
Izaya found himself staring at the blond's retreating back, completely unaware of Shinra trying to grab his attention beside him.
No, Izaya could not afford to spare Shinra an ounce of attention. The boy could roll over and die for all he cared.
Izaya-kun was too preoccupied and too busy convincing himself that his lips did not just meet, touch, sweep, graze, brush, - whatever you fucking called it – his lips did not just do any of those disgusting things with Shizuo's.
...
Shizuo was slouched over his chair, waiting for the next class to begin, when a sudden realization struck him. His grip on the window sill tightened, his fingers leaving deep impressions on the material. His classmates around him began to step away, warding off the dark aura surrounding the boy. Shizuo's pupils dilated as waves of shock washed over him. Shock and disgust – there had to be some form of disgust, right? Because… because…
He just kissed Izaya – indirectly and directly, both at the same time.
A/N
Given the prompt, "fighting", I did what I could to make it not too cliche. I hope you liked it.
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