The Sugar Rush (Zane~Chan/Zana)

Food Fight!

It was an hour and 15 minutes, and the pair had finally finished the pancakes, their friends still no-where to be seen.

Zane's POV

I look down onto my black apron, flour, egg, cream, almost everything, was smeared somewhere on the cooking attire. I look over at Nana, who's busy setting up the plates on the dining table, her pink apron, perfectly clean. 

"How?" I question aloud.

Nana turns her head, looking at me, one of her ears twitching. 

"What do you mean?"

"How is your apron so clean and mine, is... well..." I look down at it once more, "not?"

She lets out a little giggle, "Hm, well, I guess it comes with practice. I almost never spill stuff on myself when cooking!"

She returns to her usual business. With her head turned, I smirk underneath my mask. 

Oh, is that so?

With two sly steps, i reach my index finger into the bowl for the whipped cream, before I get a good amount on my finger. I put my hands behind my back and start walking towards Nana. 

"H--, Zane, what are you doi--"

"KABLAM!!!"

With a swift movement I smear the cream over her face, she stumbles back in confusion.

"Wha--? Zane?" She touches her cheek, realising my prank. Her face begins to get noticeably redder and her hands form into the shape of fists.

"Alright, that is it! " 

Before I could process what she meant by that, she took a container filled with sticky blueberries and poured them over my head. 

The game was on.

Vision consumed with a mushy blue, I run back to the kitchen, Nana right on my heels. Trying the derail her, I throw an egg at her, trying to not hit her face as eggs tend to be kinda hard. I hear a squelch and a shriek, before I run myself into the corner of the kitchen. Terrified, I watch as the cream and egg covered meif'wa charges towards me, rage in her eyes.

"Stay right where you are, Mister!" she bellows. I have no choice but to comply.

She realises the vulnerable position I'm in, and smiles. I unconsciously gulp, then immediately cringe at my actions.

"Awh, you're nervous! That's so cute..." she playfully coos.

"H-huh?! What?!"

"It almost makes me not want to throw this entire bowl of cream on you..." She remarks, picking up the aforementioned bowl, a gleam in her eye. 

"Almost "

And with that final word, Nana shuts her mouth and pegs the plastic bowl at me, the cream directly hitting my in the chest and splattering all over me and whatever kitchen appliances were behind me. Nana giggled once more, placing her hands to her mouth, looking at my absolutely smothered body.

I get so consumed with her giggles that I barely notice the sleepy silhouettes behind her.

"What's..." I hear one of the voices say, "what's going on here?!"

Chairs flipped upside down, cutlery all over the floor, strawberries and blueberries splattered everywhere, and the big puddle of cream that lay in the kitchen and, well, myself.

As the silhouettes came closer, and louder, one thing was for sure.

Nana and I had a lot to answer for.