Author's Note: Another fun one. It's worth noting that Kazuo and Mitsuko have gotten pretty close by this point.
Kazuo x Mitsuko
Prompt: I will write about my character pranking yours.
Kazuo opened his eyes with a groan and looked around the room. Where am I? He reached up slowly to rub the sleep from his eyes just as another person entered the room.
"Mitsuko," he said slowly, things beginning to come into focus.
"You're up," Mitsuko replied shortly, crossing her arms. Kazuo stretched out his arms and rose to his feet. "Hungry?"
He shrugged. "I guess so."
Mitsuko's expression morphed into what appeared to be a happy smile, and she led him into the kitchen and motioned for him to take a seat. "Let me get you a glass of water," she said brightly, turning her back to him. It was only then that Kazuo noticed how dry his throat was.
He nodded gratefully as Mitsuko set a full glass of water in front of him. He didn't even glance at it before lifting it to his lips and taking a large gulp… which he proceeded to spit back out.
"Souma!" Kazuo coughed, feeling his throat burn. "Is that salt?"
Mitsuko placed a hand on her lip and glared at him fiercely. "Next time you go on one of your little sprees, go back to your own place afterwards instead of showing up here!"
Oh… oh. Kazuo glanced down slowly, finally becoming aware of the blood on his clothes. "Shit," he mumbled. His eyes flickered back up to Mitsuko's. "Still — was making me drink salt water really necessary?"
Mitsuko raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "Next time, it's going to be a lot worse."