[said with amusement as Minato swipes his second stick in two minutes. . . but Akira just grins, tucking his own into his mouth and. . . not? taking a bite??]
[at least, not yet. instead, he leans forward, wagging a finger a the piece of pocky pinched between his lips, something playful dancing in the gray irises behind his glasses]
[ Figures... And yet, Minato finds himself unable to stop himself from humoring Akira. There's a small exhale before he leans forward, taking the other end of the snack in his mouth and --
[it's a huge charm point. Akira would be lying if he said he didn't find it very endearing. almost as endearing as the inviting way Minato presses against his side, as if openly daring him to quickly close the remaining distance between them]
[. . . his features soften, glasses slipping to the tip of his nose as he nibbles a bit closer himself. just enough for them to brush lightly against each other]
[but he isn't rushing it! however tempting it may be. sometimes, it's nice to take things a little more slowly]
[ There's a gentle brush of Minato's nose against Akira's, and in spite of being the one to intentionally shorten the stick, he's the one with a flush slowly creeping into his cheeks.
He's never quite been the sort to get bashful around others, but something about Akira makes the tick of his pulse pick up, enough to make him pause in spite of his earlier actions.
Maybe it's the open affection in Akira's eyes. The lenses that face the world are quite effective at making what lies behind them subtler. But this close, Minato feels like he can see it all. ]
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And here I thought it'd be banana. Or maybe even pineapple?
[or some other weird flavor]
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Those flavors are probably harder to find.
[ Stingy universe, giving him plain pocky.
Minato grabs another one for himself before offering Akira another one. Doesn't matter that Akira already swiped one earlier. He can have TWO!! ]
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[said with amusement as Minato swipes his second stick in two minutes. . . but Akira just grins, tucking his own into his mouth and. . . not? taking a bite??]
[at least, not yet. instead, he leans forward, wagging a finger a the piece of pocky pinched between his lips, something playful dancing in the gray irises behind his glasses]
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...snapping it in half.
Minato's pocky stick now. ]
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[with a (playful) pout]
I feel like I just got rejected.
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Just evening out the playing field.
[ BY SPEEDING THE GAME UP??? ]
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[with amusement]
Looks more like you're hogging most of the cookie.
[but he leans in to take the other end of the pocky stick]
Your insatiable stomach strikes again.
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Minato's already gone back to nibbling on his end of the stick, slowly creeping closer towards Akira's side.
Just a little more, and their noses can bump against each other... ]
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[. . . his features soften, glasses slipping to the tip of his nose as he nibbles a bit closer himself. just enough for them to brush lightly against each other]
[but he isn't rushing it! however tempting it may be. sometimes, it's nice to take things a little more slowly]
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He's never quite been the sort to get bashful around others, but something about Akira makes the tick of his pulse pick up, enough to make him pause in spite of his earlier actions.
Maybe it's the open affection in Akira's eyes. The lenses that face the world are quite effective at making what lies behind them subtler. But this close, Minato feels like he can see it all. ]