A/N: Damn, I should have posted this one on the 7th August, the HayaMiya day (or MiyaHaya, whichever) but I forgot! Because I was somehow focusing on the prompts for the HayaMiya week that I have forgotten to post this one on the day itself TTATT I finished this like last month, damn it. Ah well, what done is done. Now, enjoy this short drabble! I will post the next two MiyaHaya stories that I have written for the HayaMiya week soon ^w^
"Ne ne, Miyaji-san! I just thought of something funny!"
"Hah? What is it again this time?"
Hayama grinned toothily as his eyes twinkled brighter than the Christmas lights decorating the shops along the street. Miyaji grimaced. That look never meant something good.
"Do you remember Kiyoshi Teppei? He's one of us!"
"Yeah? What's with him?"
"I was just thinking that…if you marry him, and you take his surname…doesn't that mean you'll be 'Kiyoshi Kiyoshi'?!"
A vein popped on Miyaji's forehead.
"You lil' shit! What the hell did you just say about your own boyfriend?!"
Miyaji threw a pineapple that he had gotten from Kimura earlier on to Hayama's head. Hayama squeaked in pain, the pineapple hiked up on the side of his head.
But the pain was nothing when he realised what Miyaji had just declared.
"Mi-Miyaji-san! Did you just say I'm your boyfriend?!"
The blond choked on his spit, having just realised that as well. His blood boiled even more, this time to the point of reddening his face and ears. One would think it was the anger getting the best of him.
But only the blond knew what it actually meant.
"Yo-You! Is that really what you should be worried about?!" Miyaji quickly walked away, trying to hide his burning face but Hayama wasn't one to budge easily. Especially when he was as happy as he was now.
"You did just now right Miyaji-san?! Right?! Right?!" he chased the blond who was walking even faster by the seconds. Miyaji jolted in shock when Hayama was catching up with him fast.
"Idiot! You should get that freaking pineapple off your head first you freak!"
"Miyaji-san! Miyaji-san!"
"Shut up!"
"I love you!"
"Like hell I care! Get that freaking pineapple off your head you moron!"
"Miyaji-san, I'm so happy now!"
"Stop being a creep and give me back my pineapple! What the heck is wrong with your head?!"
"It's full of you!"
"That's such a lame pickup line!"
The chase and scolding continued on through the busy street of Christmas night. Hayama was still being as annoying as ever, the pineapple stuck to his head probably had severed a part of his rationality.
But not that Miyaji minded too much anyway.
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