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Prompt: "Who wouldn't be angry? You ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!"
Pairing: Jellal Fernandes / Erza Scarlet (Jerza)
Genre and Rating: Romance/Humor, K
Word Count: 859
A/N: I'm taking prompts for drabbles on tumblr. This is way too OOC for it's own good but the prompt was kinda ridiculous anyway so. *Couggs I was hoping someone would request Bixanna for this particualr prompt but welp coughs*
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Okay, she's clearly mad at him, and he has zero idea as per the reason why.
She's terrible at hiding it, really. That is, if she's as much as even attempting to do so, because he doesn't seem to find much too (if any) discretion in the way her cheeks puff out into a pout as she shots venom-injected side glances at him over the breakfast table.
Jellal comes to the conclusion that he'd somehow managed to step on the lioness's tail. It's not rocket science, given how captain obvious is looking at him as if plotting to make him part of the decoration.
He quickly goes through a mental scan of everything he did and said in the last 24 hours, but nothing in particular comes to mind. How is he supposed to make damage control if he has no idea of what the hell he did wrong in the first place?
His tone is apprehensive when he tries to start a conversation.
"Hey, can you pass me the—?" Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, she slams a bottle of salt in front of him with such force that almost knocks his bowl of fruit loops over.
He blinks in surprise, taken aback by her bluntness. If his head wasn't on the chopping block, he'd maybe find her pouting expression and crimson red cheeks kind of amusing… endearing, even.
Jeez, he's such a masochist sometimes.
"Um… I meant the napkin." He says tentatively, and no sooner are the words spoken than she smacks him in the face with it.
He huffs and takes the thing away from his face, now fairly exasperated, "Jesus, Erza. What's the matter?"
The scarlet haired woman pretends not to hear him and chews on her breakfast energetically, face turned the other way.
"What did I do?" His tone is starting to sound defensive, almost offended, "What are you even angry about?"
And she snaps. Her fists slam soundly on the table and he thinks to himself it's a miracle the thing didn't crack into pieces. The ends of her scarlet hair dip on some milk when she flips it over in a swift dramatic fashion, turning her face to glare at him with an accusing look on her eyes.
"Who wouldn't be angry? You ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!"
"What?" He asks, dumbfounded. Well, he clearly missed the memo about that.
"You heard me, Jellal, damn you!"
He runs a hand through his indigo hair, ruffling the back as if to shake off the craziness of her accusation.
"Okay, first of all; there's plenty of cereal in the cupboard that I'm aware of. I just stocked."
"Fruit Loops, Jellal!" She remarked heatedly, her voice off pitch, "Where's my strawberry cornflake?"
"There's…. strawberry flavor…" He says lamely, trying to pick up loops of red colored cereal with the spoon, "…somewhere. I'm sure."
The look on her face is one filled with such offense and disappointment it actually makes him feel kind of disgusted with himself. How outrageous of him to— wait a second.She's doing it again, messing with his mind.
Damn, she's way too good at this.
"I-I'm sorry..." He mutters, a defeated expression on his face, "I'll buy you some today. I promise."
That doesn't seem to completely ease her mood, but she seems somehow calmer. Elbow propping on the table, she rests her chin on the palm of her hand, her lower lip jutting out ever so lightly into a charming pout.
"As per the faking my death bit," he continues, "If you're talking about that time when I went into a comatose for three months—"
"—It felt like three years." She argues defensively.
He sighs in resignation. This girl, she'll be the death of him.
Pulling his chair over to sit closer to her, he brushes his fingers over her forehead to sweep away the scarlet strands covering her eyes. His lips curls into a lopsided, lazy smile that taints her cheeks a faint shade of pink, and she averts her gaze in embarrassment as her heart skips a beat in response.
"Is there a way I can make it up to you?" He says in an undertone, heavy lidded eyes staring into her chocolate brown pupils as he leans her face closer. His fingers glide over her hair in a soothing motion, and she curses herself mentally when her stomach does a little somersault.
Seriously. That's plain cheating, and it only manages to piss her off the more.
"You can't—"
"Strawberry cheesecake?" He says suggestively, widening the grin on his lips.
Ah, but does he know her well.
"Ya…Yajima's?" She peeps meekly, half torn between luring him with puppy eyes or glaring the shit out of him.
He laughs wholeheartedly and hugs her head against his chest, "That can be arranged."
She mumbles something indistinctive, words muffled by his embrace. But he seems to catch something between the lines of 'I hate you'.
His lips meet with the top of her head, lips still curled up into a smile before replying, "I'm sure you do."
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A/N: Reviews are extremely appreciated :)