Oh my God, I couldn't get this idea out of my head, it was happening to me a few days ago and I just couldn't ignore it!
Hyper Hyper HYPERRRR ~ ~
"I said I was sorry! What more do you want!" a dumbfounded Masamune slammed a fist full of rage to the table twitchingly waiting for Yukimura, sitting exactly across from him, to respond. "I want you to do as you're told!" the darker haired brunette folded his arms.
On Yukimura's plate, was a single slice of strawberry shortcake with probably the biggest strawberry he's ever had whereas Masamune's still had remnants of vegetables. The carrots especially. The rest had already devoured their meals long time ago, now it's been roughly ten minutes. Neither of them was willing to proceed with the food in front of them.
"There's no way I'm going to do that Yukimura!" Masamune rudely pointed his chopsticks at Yukimura now accompanied with a red vein, still he managed to keep his cool "Then you'll get no dessert!"
"BUH...!" Masamune quietly seethed, remembering that everyone else had took their share of the before leaving the room except him "Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" he started attacking the table again. To him, the request sounded insane. Asking Masamune to eat such filth is the same as forcing acid down his throat and survive.
He still can't get the bitter taste out from last time.
"I can and I am." Yukimura held the offense but was inwardly regretting it. "Hn...I know threatening him isn't the best idea, but if it's the only way for him to eat his vegetables then..." it's not like he's doing this because he wants to. Heck he's not even sure why he's doing it in the first place; he might as well finish what he started.
"...You're not my mom for Christ's sake! I don't have to do what you say!"
Yukimura just closed his eyes and sighed exhaustedly into his palm; it seems this is going to take a lot of effort "Masamune-San, I know I'm not your mother, but I'm trying to make sure you're eating properly, since you-" he looked up and his chin hit the table.
Masamune stole the prized strawberry with Yukimura's fork as soon as the latter looked away.
"DON'T EAT MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE CAKE!"
Of course Masamune paid no heed; his nose picking clearly shows it.
Yukimura held his tears at the damaged inflicted on his poor dessert, confused at even why Masamune is acting this way. Is he that determined not to eat the god damned veggies?
He sighed again and bitterly glared at his cake. It's not that he can't eat it, but the fact that without the perfectly ripe strawberry on top, the delicious treat's existence seemed meaningless to poor Yukimura.
Having two little tiny beads of tears on either side of his eyes Yukimura picked up his only slice, since Masamune kept his, and chomped on at least three quarters of the cake. Even without the strawberry pure taste is like a party in his mouth...but what's this?
A part of the cake that isn't soluble in the mouth?
Something hard with pointed edges jabbing his cheeks. He spat it out quickly to inspect the cause. It was a tiny piece of card saying 'You're an idiot. Problem?' with a tiny red grinning devil next to it.
"GAHHH!"
"You're so predictable." Masamune said with chopsticks in his mouth and supporting his face with his hand.
"WHY DID YOU RUIN MY DESSERT!?"
"For shits and giggles?"
Yukimura began the chase around the table without any words spoken. A couple of steam clouds erupted from his head as well.
Now another ten minutes had passed.
"YOU'RE DEFINITELY NOT GETTING ANY!" Yukimura yelled once they were back in their starting positions.
"LIKE I SAID YOU CAN'T TEL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"Geez Masamune-San what's gotten into you?"
"If ya gave me ma dessert you wouldn't have to go through all this! Make with the cake already!" Masamune ordered, cheekily slapping the smooth table as a needy king would command his slave.
"Masamune-San...I'm sorry...but...YOU'RE G-G-GROUNDED!" Yukimura yelled out his conclusion nervously. He just couldn't pull off the scolding parent tone.
Yet it still gave affect to Masamune "BEEEEEEH? YOU CAN'T GROUND ME!"
"I-I JUST DID! NO SWEETS PERIOD!"
"THAT'S INHUMANE!"
"I'm sorry! Uh I mean...That's what you get!" Said Yukimura, looking slightly miffed as he took their plates to the sink. A tiny smirk formed on his lips, since he can't force his underclassmen to eat he'll just cut off the access to sweets and maybe he'll reconsider and eat his vegetables. A perfect strategy! It's full proof!
...right?
"Honestly, you reap what you s-" he turned around and the younger was already reaching for the freezer door.
He's forgetting that Masamune's fourteen years old.
"LISTEN TO MEEEEEEEEE!" he wanted to scream but he decided to chase him around the table silently again.
"What is wrong with you?! I bet if Mitsunari didn't eat his food you'd still give him treats! Even yours!"
"Do not change the subject Masamune-San! And besides..." Yukimura turned away with an awkward smile and a twitching eyebrow. "If that was the case, then I'm going easy on you-" he froze, wanting to slap his forehead at his foolish actions. Turning around for the umpteenth time seeing Masamune, once again, currently occupied with something else.
Munching on his most favourite Popsicle he got from the freezer and the last one as well. Coincidentally it's also Yukimura's favourite flavour.
The plate nearly slipped out of his hands because he died a little inside.
Seriously, he should stop closing his eyes when he's talking or giving a lecture.
Masamune leaned against the fridge and massaged his satisfied belly "Phewwee~ I'm so full now."
"YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"
Honestly, Yukimura was stumped for options, but he knew next time something like this happens, he's gonna tie Masamune's legs to the chair.
I MIGHT be wrong about the strawberry obsession thing in Japan. I got the idea from watching Anime like K-ON (Mio cried.) how they instantly freak out, but then again I'd probably too if someone took my favourite part of my dessert.
Poor Yuki, he's so stressed. Doesn't help that I've made the next chapter worse for him, and that dear Masamune is a troll
...What is WRONG with me? D: