Hello~!

Since all of you love this oneshot and Google translation ruined some parts in english (especially the dialogue) I decided to translate it (or at least fix some translation errors), so I hope you like it and this version turns to be more enjoyable and accurate to the original, enjoy your reading or re-reading! ^^

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The sun began to set slowly, painting the city sky in a beautiful orange color. With the exception of the library, the other rooms at Raimon were completely empty. Well, almost all of them.

In one of the classes of the east wing, a young chestnut was struggling to finish his homework. He was leaning his head in one of his hands, which played nervously with one of its hair swirls, while the other firmly rested the tip of the pencil on the sheet of his notebook. His eyes looked closely at the problems before him, but his mind couldn't decipher them. He frowned unconsciously as he tried to remember the lesson of the previous day, in which his teacher had started a new subject, explaining step by step how to solve problems similar to the one he had in front of him. It would have been easy, if only his mind weren't full of one thing: soccer.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he completely ignored the blue-haired boy sitting at the desk behind him. He was sitting in a comfortable position, something difficult to achieve since the chairs were quite uncomfortable. He had crossed his legs on the table and had his back slightly tilted back, leaning against the back of the chair. He had a serious expression while he looked at his friend's back, but let out a smile every time the chestnut lost control and ruffled his hair in frustration. The way he was sitting, his momentary changes of expression and the small package he had on his lap, from which he took a snack from time to time, gave the impression he was watching a movie, but instead of popcorn he ate pocky sticks.

From exerting pressure on his pencil, the tip of it ended breaking. Tenma sighed; it was time to give his brain a break. He stretched both arms up and leaned back closing his eyes. He stayed like that for a few seconds until he turned back. Tsurugi was staring at his cell phone, probably reading a message. Tenma noticed the red box on his lap, from which came fine chopsticks covered with chocolate.

"Tsurugi…" His voice caught the attention of the blue-haired, which put his cell phone in one of his pockets before paying attention. "¿Can you give me some?" He pointed to the box. Tsurugi looked at the object in his lap before turning to his friend.

"No." The dry way he said it surprised Tenma a little.

"¡¿Eh?! Only one, please."

"No."

"¿Why not? Just one."

"No."

"Okay, not one, but… ¿half of it?" He shook his head. "I'm not even asking you for one. C'mon, we're friends, ¿right?"

Tenma used an infallible technique: puppy eyes. Unfortunately, Tsurugi was not affected, he simply frowned at him as if saying "¿Do you really think that's going to work with me?" Even so the little boy didn't give up; he pulled his chair closer to his friend's table and turned his body to sit in front of him, putting both hands before him before pleading again.

"Please, please, please, please…" He extended the last "please" accompanying it with a look he used with Aki when he needed her help and she refused, but always gave in to his personal technique.

Tsurugi finished eating one of the sticks he had taken from the box while Tenma settled in place to be able to see him better. He stopped to watch him for a while. Tenma did his best to maintain his posture and more than anything, his gaze. The forward took the box and lifted it to his mouth, with which he grabbed the end of a stick, extending it in front of Tenma. The latter looked at him confused, it took him some seconds to decipher the pretense of his friend, who watched him earnestly as he waited for his reply.

He felt his cheeks burning as they began to take on the color of the sky, which was beginning to turn red. He knelt in his chair and rested his arms on Tsurugi's table, slowly approaching the latter. The nerves made him hesitate before giving the candy the first bite, but as he continued to do so, he began to feel a little calmer. Tsurugi stood still, staring as the chestnut approached him fearfully. Their faces were inches from each other when Tenma decided to break the candy to separate from his friend, but he wasn't fast enough. As if sensing his friend's plan, Tsurugi approached him and cut the distance with a kiss, taking Tenma by surprise.

When he broke the kiss, he couldn't help smiling at the redness in Tenma's face, it seemed that all the blood on his body had risen to his head. The chestnut was so surprised that he simply stared at him with wide eyes. Tsurugi smirked before bringing him to reality with the sound of his voice.

"¿Do you want more?"

Tenma immediately spun back into place, turning his back on Tsurugi. He put both hands to his lips, remembering the sensation of Tsurugi's lips against his made his heart race. He couldn't process what had just happened, but one thing he was certain, he would never ask him for a candy again.