I had been thinking about this for a while and I wanted to put a twist on whumptober where I purposefully reverse the prompt to make it fluffy instead of angsty. Since October is very, very busy for me, I had no confidence that I could do it. But then dickbutt brought this up and I decided to do this. So, if you see dickbutt posting angst, you can be sure that I’ll have fluff not far behind.
A screech and clatter rings out in the kitchen. Then followed by another. And another. And another. And another.
Then a loud groan and a loud ‘clack’ with a sharp screech following right after.
You hold your fork in your fist, carefully positioning it above your target, and then you strike.
Clack. Scree–
The cherry tomato rolls safely away from the prongs, right through a puddle of olive oil, showing off the slippery sheen and essentuating the cherry red of its skin.
You grash your teeth. You’re a grown adult picking a fight with a cherry tomato. It’s only by sheer pride of not wanting to be outdone by a tiny, inaminate hunk of fruit–or is tomato a vegetable–that prevents you from just picking up your plate and sliding everything into your mouth–Genji is sitting next to you, after all.
While he makes no comment about your one-sided fight, you know he’s watching, judging. You’ll show him.
Once more, you poise your fork, ready to stab the living crap out of this when it gets snatched off your plate.
“Here.”
Genji picks up the damnable tomato with his chopsticks, betraying the effort you’ve been putting in for the past few minutes, other hand held under the treat to keep it from escaping. You stare at the tomato. Teamwork really does make the dream work. If you think about it, you could imagine the tomato pleading for it’s life, begging for forgiveness.
If you grin a little evilly, Genji says nothing.
“Thanks!”
You immediately close your mouth around it and the chopsticks, biting the tomato with a little more viciousness, savoring the burst of juices and flavor.
Sweet, sweet victory.
Though, from the corner of your eyes, you could see Genji smiling softly, looking a little happier, as though also relishing in your victory.
For some reasons, the burst of sweetness upon your tongue is nothing compared to the sweet, warm feeling that gushes from your heart. You don’t post der on what that feeling is when Genji picks up another tomato, just as easily as the previous one, and offers it to you.
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