Saeki Kojrio / Sengoku Kiyosumi
Microwave
Saeki poked the evil incarnate that was the microwave before sighing dejectedly. He swore to himself that this tennis camp would be the death of him, though its not like that many people would actually notice. Sighing once again he attempted to get the old appliance to at least shut so that he might just be able to heat up his ramen cup.
"What's the problem . . . . . .um" Sengoku had come up behind Saeki, wanting to use the haggard microwave as well. Though it seemed that he didn't quite remember his name.
"Saeki, Sengoku-kun." Saeki said without turning around, he could see Sengoku's red hair reflected in the microwave's door, "The door wont shut."
Sengoku looked over Saeki, resting his chin on Saeki's shoulder, effectively invading the other boys personal space. Saeki didn't seem to mind though as he only looked over at Sengoku from the corner of his eyes and asked, "You know what's wrong with it?"
"Nope, but things seem to like me so I bet I can fix it!" Sengoku replied happily as he reached around Saeki and grabbed a hold of the microwave's door handle. With a concentrated expression, tongue poking quite cutely out between his lips, Sengoku managed to get the door to shut and then turned it on for the three minutes required to effectively cook the ramen.
"There you go there, Saeki-chan, anything else you need me to fix for you?" Sengoku smiled charmingly at the blond now almost basically on top of him.
Saeki giggled and was about to answer him when someone yelled louedly from somewhere across the room, "Get a room!"
Sengoku slowly stood up and released Saeki then turned around and stuck his tongue out at whoever yelled at him. He turned back to Saeki and winked, "Come back to my room tonight, k?"
Saeki just giggled and nodded as Sengoku walked away.