~Take me away~

Collection of one-shots

Chapter 3: Rivalry

Yakumo plopped down on the couch and watched Haruka prepare more pastries. He smirked slightly at his guilty pleasure.

"You're making that creepy face again." Haruka stated, pointing the knife in his direction.

Yakumo rolled his eyes android back against the couch. "Hm." He exhaled and deadpanned.

A knock on the door startled Haruka and she jumped up. "Itai!" She squeaked. She pouted and squeezed her finger.

Yakumo glanced at her and shook his head at her clumsiness. "It's open." He yawned.

The door opened and Ishii stepped in quickly, bowing. "Sorry for the intrusion." Before closing the door.

Haruka smiled, wrapping a band aid around her finger "Ah! Welcome Ishii-San! What brings you here?"

Ishii scratched his head and blushed, "Well...I just wanted to see how you were doing, Ozawa-San."

Yakumo opened one eye, peering at him. "That's hurtful, Ishii-Kun! What about me?" Yakumo moaned from the couch.

Ishii glared towards Yakumo, who smirked in return. "Unfortunately I don't swing that way..." He muttered.

Haruka looked up, "oh..." She started, "I always thought that you and Gotou-"

"No!" Ishii shouted a look of disgust crossed his face. "I like women. A lot. More specifically I like you, Ozawa-San!" He blurted.

Haruka's eyes widened, her knife slipped from her hands, clattering to the ground. Her mouth was agape like a suffocating fish.

Yakumo glared at Ishii, standing up. "Now look at what you've done!" Yakumo seethed.

Ishii stood up straighter and glared back. "Nothing wrong!" He retaliated with equal tension.

"You ruined the only good knife in the room!" Yakumo shouted angrily, pointing on the piece of silverware on the ground. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"

Ishii's face contorted with confusion. He looked at Haruka's frightened face. "Ah! Sorry!" He bowed towards her, frowning.

She just smiled awkwardly and stood, feeling as if she was caught in the middle of crossfire. "It's...okay?" She grimaced, trying her best to keep herself composed.

"Go get us another knife!" Yakumo commanded, pointing towards the door.

Ishii looked at Haruka for help but she sheepishly looked away. He sighed, glaring at Yakumo again. "This isn't the end." He gritted his teeth and turned on his heel, retreating from the warzone.

"I'll join next time. Rival-san" He smiled, pushing up his glasses, before shutting the door behind him.

Haruka waited several seconds before he was fully gone, and then let out a long breath. "I wonder what got into him…Is he possessed?" Haruka wondered out loud.

Yakumo rolled his eyes, standing up. He walked towards Haruka and plopped a fruit tart in his mouth. "Hm..." He licked his fingers. "He better bring a good knife back." He grumbled.

"Is that all you care about?!" Haruka huffed, placing her hand at her hip. "No more sweets for you! Get them yourself!" She shrieked, placing them all back in the box and hiding them behind her back.

Yakumo grumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Seriously? You're so hard to please..." He mumbled. He moved towards Haruka, grabbing her shoulders he pulled her into an embrace. "You're mine."

Haruka flushed, stumbling towards him, she felt her face pressed against his broad chest. "E-Ehhh?!" She shouted.

He chuckled, "I was talking about the pastries." He grabbed the box from behind her and took off.

"Yakumoooooooooo!" Haruka screamed in anger and chased him down with a slipper in hand, "I'm going to hurt you!" She shouted, her face still flushed, as pink as her hair.

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