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A/N: So it started with my crazy head-canon that Danny is secretly in love with Kono and of course I just couldn't help myself.
No beta was harmed in the making of this ficlet so all mistakes are mine. Sue me! The title is from Bon Iver's Blood Bank.
If he's being honest with himself, he doesn't actually hate pineapples but it irritates the hell out of him how he can't have a decent meal or drink without them.
He's in the middle of a lengthy tirade about how pineapples are extremely overrated while they are having team dinner at Kamekona's when his gaze cuts towards Kono just in time to catch her biting down on a slice of the aforementioned fruit from hell.
He watches, mesmerized how a tiny droplet of juice spills past her lips and starts to trail down on her chin and suddenly he's loss of words because of the sharp, electric stab of lust that hits the base of his spine.
Kono catches him staring and she holds out a piece of yellow fruit that is plain malevolence with her usual warm little smile and mischievously shining eyes.
Danny takes it and quickly pushes it into his mouth, mindless to his surroundings while he chews and swallows and the only thing that swirls around in his head that at this unholy moment Kono's mouth tastes exactly like this.
It's so typical, and he is convinced that the universe is out to get him, because he's sitting at this table, surrounded by his team, his semi-family with a hard-on from watching Kono as she devours another slice of pineapple in the most indecent way known to man and he can't do a thing about it.
He hates this sand sprinkled hellhole so much.
