Title: The Game
Summary: It's evil of him, he knows. But that's part of the fun.
Word Count: 252
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day all! I don't usually "celebrate," but this year I figured, what the hell, why not? And what better way to celebrate than to update the long ignored Small Things collection? So I give you a dose of SaitouTokio odd-ball romance. Enjoy!
It's evil of him, he knows.
But that's part of the fun.
He's not sure when he decided to make it a game, teasing Tokio. All he knows for sure is that she gives him the best reactions, and he really enjoys watching her cheeks go pink. From there, it quickly becomes a matter of how many times in ten to fifteen minutes he can make those cheeks go pink.
So far, he's been doing pretty well—the first couple of days, just looking at her and greeting her was enough. Smiling at her was just as good.
It's on the fourth day that he decides he really likes her; getting embarrassed by some of his remarks doesn't mean she can't snap back a reply, and after he got over his surprise the first time she did it, he grinned in appreciation and commended her on it (which, of course, brought on another pretty little blush). She has a brain and uses it and he finds that attractive.
The fact that she looks delectable in her prim little business suits doesn't hurt either.
She's cute when she blushes. There's no other description that fits as well. Well, "pretty" would fit just as nicely, but it doesn't say anything about her personality the way "cute" does, which is why he never even considered it.
He doesn't know when he decided to make a game of it, teasing Tokio.
But he knows for sure it's the best game he's ever played in his life.