I lied, it was only a one-drabble break. BACK TO KIRIHARA SPAM. *shot* But yeah, these two would have the best yaoi hatesex in this fandom. I'm sorry it's so long, though. The theme was tricky.
The next one will not have Kirihara, I promise.
Kirihara/Kamio - Cocoa
It couldn't be mere coincidence that Kirihara was sitting across from him right now. It must be the gods twisting events to screw with him.
For there was no other plausible reason that the Rikkai ace would walk into this particular coffeehouse (though, Kamio guessed, that might have been common sense). No other reason said coffeehouse had every other table occupied. And they technically did know each other (regrettably, Kamio thought acidly) so why wouldn't Kirihara pick his table to sit at with a mug of hot chocolate, already smirking up a storm as fierce as the one howling outside
Kamio grit his teeth and took a gulp of his still-scalding-hot coffee, eyes locked on Kirihara, who had his hands wrapped around the ceramic. The black-haired boy broke into a quick grin, a brief flashing of teeth, before settling in.
There they sat, waiting out the winter blizzard, drinks slowly cooling in their hands. The steam from Kirihara's cup wreathed his face, making his eyes appear misty and mysterious. It was a strange effect, and Kamio watched it for some time before he hit a realization. He was staring into his hated enemy's eyes like some teenage girl on her first date. So was Kirihara. Kamio's temple twitched and he looked away, scowling and downing his lukewarm drink. When he chanced a peek back, Kirihara was still staring at him over the rim of his mug, as if he enjoyed watching him.
Now that was a scary thought.