Author's Note: Yay, more Kazuo! Nothing new here besides the reference to Mitsuko hating the grocery store; at one point during the RP she was taken from there by one of her old clients, but that's not too important to this plot.
Kazuo x Mitsuko
Prompt: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours.
Mitsuko's hands were shaking.
"What's the matter with you?" Kazuo asked suspiciously, eyeing her trembling fingers. They were wrapped around a cup of coffee, and Mitsuko was bouncing on her heels lightly.
She nodded at her mug. "This is number eight today," she informed him, and his eyes widened.
"Eight? Souma, what are you thinking?"
"I was up all night," Mitsuko snapped, glaring at him. "And I had to go to work this morning. And I have to run some errands later. I needed something to keep me awake, dammit."
Kazuo held his hand up as an unspoken apology, and Mitsuko's eyes lit up. "Want some?"
"Definitely not," Kazuo said curtly. He hated when Mitsuko was on a coffee high. She turned either bitchy — well, more than usual — hyper, pouty, or an intolerable mix of all three.
She sighed. "Alright. Want to come with me to the grocery store, at least?"
Kazuo made a face. "Not particularly."
"Please?" Mitsuko asked with wide eyes.
It was Kazuo's turn to sigh. He'd never be able to figure out why she hated going to the grocery store alone so much. "Mitsuko…"
"Oh, come on," she encouraged, elbowing him in the ribs. He flinched.
"Fine," Kazuo caved, scowling. Mitsuko grinned in triumph. "If it'll get you to shut up." He shook his head in exasperation. "But, Souma… put the coffee away."