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Sugar and Spice
By EggDropSoup
It was the end of their work day and Wakaba had brought her home-made cake for everyone. Sadly, Tatsumi wouldn't let anyone into the break room who hadn't turned in their reports. Tsuzuki was the last one to turn in his (not because he didn't try, there was cake at stake here after all) but because Tatsumi had pointed out some errors that needed to be corrected.
The veteran shinigami had fixed his reports as fast as he could and raced toward the break room for the piece of cake that Tatsumi had assured him was still there. When he entered the small lounge area, he noticed that his coworkers had all gone home. Hisoka was still there though, surprisingly. The blond was poking at his own cake with his fork. Apparently, Hisoka was trying to decide if he believed what Wakaba had said about not using much sugar to make it. He took a small, rabbit-sized bite and frowned, giving up eating it altogether.
Tsuzuki gave him a light wave in recognition before picking up the last remaining slice and bouncing happily over to sit beside Hisoka at the small table. There hadn't been any silverware left on the counter but there was someone's used fork on the other side of him.
He picked it up, figuring it was better than nothing, and was about to scoop out a bite when Hisoka stopped him.
"Tsuzuki, don't eat with that!"
The brunet halted with the fork positioned mid-way and turned to face Hisoka's unpleasant expression. "Huh? Why not?"
"That's Watari's fork," The blond said tightly, as if that alone explained everything.
He examined the fork carefully, not seeing what the empath was so put off by. "Am I supposed to be afraid of Watari-germs or something?"
"That's not it," Hisoka began, leaning back into his seat. "If you eat with his fork, it'd be like indirectly kissing him." He scrunched up his nose. "You don't want that."
"Oh." Tsuzuki placed the fork down and glanced over at his partner with an easy smile. "So then, can I use yours?"
"What?"
"Well you see," Tsuzuki murmured, closing the distance between them and skimming a hand over the blond's cheek. "I really do want to kiss you."
Hisoka flushed all the way to his hair-line and before he could babble out a response, Tsuzuki's mouth rushed to cover his own.
End.
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Why I shouldn't be up at 2am in the morning and left to my own devices. Stuff like this gets written. Poor Hisoka. XD He's so young…. he doesn't know he's indirectly baiting Tsuzuki. Oh goodness.