━ OSAKA | n. yuta ✔️

six.

"yuta! my ice cream!"

i chased him, who was gigling, after snatching my ice cream cone out of my hand.

"YOU FREAKING BITCH- FOOD IS MY LIFE, GIVE IT BACK!!"

i chased after him on my feet, and being a fast runner, i was able to grab his arm, shaking from laughing too much.

"fine! fine-" he laughed and handed me back it. "such a child!"

"my child mode only activates around food, ya know?" i leaned in and giggled. "like cut off my hair and shave it or particularly anything but don't take my food."

"then can i kick you in your stomach and order you to smile after?"

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"here, yoorin, i bought you your favorite soda as a return." he handed me a can of soda and held an another same one for him, opened it and eyed me tiredly. "why did i even buy this back. like, i didn't even lick a bit of your ice cream."

"uh huh." i nodded and drank it straight from my mouth. "i don't know and i don't care either."

i took a sip of it and let it be on the corner of the chair, not thinking about some accident may happen, like some creepy old man would find it and put it on sale, or a wild boar out of nowhere would run to it and bring it to its children.

no, too far.

but the most unexpectant thing god wouldn't even think of happening, was when i returned back, i saw him DRINKING IT.

"YUTA! THAT'S- THAT'S MY DRINK!"

it took him a few seconds to realize what he was doing.

"oh shit- i was so tired after basketball, so i thought that was MINE! I REMEMBER I PUT IT HERE! oh- i put it somewhere else-"

no, boy. you didn't.

"that- that counts as indirect kissing-" i couldn't stop the words coming out of my mouth, but suddenly realized it and swallowed it back. "nothing. NOTHING."