"Candy":
As more of Mytho's emotions steadily returned to him, Fakir found many interesting quirks in the boy.
"Um... um... Mytho-sama, please accept this!" a blushing girl squeaked, pressing a box of sugar candies into Mytho's arms before running off in embarrassment.
Mytho blinked his amber eyes at her before peering curiously at the candy box. "Fakir... what is this?" he asked, examining the box.
Fakir glanced at it before answering. "It's candy. Round candies made of sugar." he said casually, slinging his schoolbag over his shoulder.
Mytho blinked, eyes locked onto the box. "Can I eat one?" he asked.
Fakir shrugged. "Whatever. Eat one, then put it away in class," he answered. "And pick up your bag."
Mytho did as he was told and started walking alongside Fakir toward the classroom at the end of the hall. Tearing the lining with his index finger, Mytho opened the box to all the tiny sugar pieces inside. "Wow..."
He plucked one out of its place and raised it to his open mouth. The sugar immediately started melting on his tongue, overwhelming his mouth with the sweet taste.
"Mmm...!"
After class, Fakir escorted Mytho to their dorm, Mytho being unusually chatty along the way.
"Fakir, the candy that girl gave me was so good! It didn't last long enough, though. My tongue melted it too quickly. Can you get me more?" he said, sounding quite like a child who had never seen a toy before.
"You can reach into the box yourself, can't you?" Fakir replied, a little annoyed by how excited Mytho was.
"But there's none left," Mytho said, large amber eyes blinking innocently.
Fakir stared at him. "You ate the whole thing? I thought I said you could only have one," he said.
"I'm sorry, Fakir, it was too good to only have one. Can you get me more? Please?" Mytho asked again, eyes and hands pleading the taller boy.
Fakir sighed and brushed Mytho's hand off his shoulder. "Fine. I'll get you some more when I come back from practice," he said.
Mytho, satisfied, skipped happily down the path.
That night, Mytho was left alone for a few hours in the dorm while Fakir went to ballet practice. By seven o'clock, Mytho was washed and dressed for bed. He sat patiently on his bed in his nightshirt. He waited twenty minutes until he heard the door knob turning.
"Mytho?"
Mytho's ears perked. "Did you bring the candy?" he asked quickly.
Fakir sighed and collapsed on his bed. "Yeah, I brought it," he said, holding out a similar box of marshmallow candies.
Mytho took the box, sat cross-legged, and peered at it curiously. He shook the box, hearing the candies inside, and opened it. Inside were three rows of chocolate covered marshmallow candies.
"These are different..." Mytho said, poking one curiously.
"Just eat it, it's good," Fakir insisted. Mytho nervously picked one up and placed it inside his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the sweet new taste of marshmallow and chocolate. The chocolate melted away, and the marshmallow stuck to his teeth, but Mytho enjoyed every minute of it.
"Thank you, Fakir!" Mytho said, smiling with his sticky mouth. Fakir tried hard not to grin. He knew Mytho wasn't supposed to have any emotions, but his happiness was too endearing.
"Yeah, whatever. Eat what you want and go to bed," Fakir commanded, turning his face away.
As the days went by, it became ritual for Fakir to bring a candy treat to Mytho after his evening practice. No matter how many times he did it, he loved seeing Mytho's face light up as he tasted the first bite of the new candy. After a week and a half Fakir decided that too much sugar would be unhealthy, and tried to cut back on the sweets. Mytho, surprisingly, but up a fight, which Fakir won easily by pinning his arm to the bed. However, Fakir spotted the unshed tears in Mytho's eyes and, taken aback, allowed Mytho to have his candy that night.
Fakir soon became completely comfortable with Mytho's new candy addiction and would surprise him every few days with a new kind of sweet.
"Do you know what these are?" Fakir asked, smiling at the pale-haired boy next to him. Mytho shook his head, staring at the box on the bed. "Sugar sticks. You'll like them, try it."
Fakir took out a sugary stick from the box and held it to Mytho's mouth. Mytho closed his lips over the stick and took his time evaluating it on his tongue. "Wow, they're really good. And so sugary..."
Fakir smiled. "They are, right? Look, I have the sugar all over my fingers..." Fakir held up his hand for Mytho to see. "Do you want to... taste it?" he whispered, blushing slightly.
Mytho held the hand in his own and raised a finger to his lips. Fakir blushed harder as Mytho started licking the finger, putting it in his mouth and sucking. Fakir shuddered as his fingers were wiped clean.
"I love candy," Mytho said, fingers still in his mouth.
"Yeah, me too..." Fakir muttered, still blushing.