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Today, Gentaro has an empty schedule, as far as he knows. It’s one of those days he’ll spend drowning himself in his own writing. That’s always nice for him— to be able to get ahead of his schedule— especially with his two team members having impulsive planning tendencies. Namely, a specific gambler of his.
Gentaro becomes so engrossed in his writing that he hardly notices Dice entering his apartment in the afternoon. He walks into the kitchen where Gentaro is seated at the dining table.
“Hey,” Dice says. Gentaro hums, barely looking up at him. He hears Dice open his fridge, and not too long after, the sound of him unwrapping something. It’s probably one of the onigiri he keeps in there for him.
“Yo, Gentaro…!”
He continues writing. “Dice.”
“How long’s it been since you’ve taken a break?”
“Don’t know.”
“Gentaro.” Dice approaches him. “Did ya eat, at least?”
He’s about to answer, tell him he has eaten, but Dice is suddenly throwing stuff onto the table in front of him. It distracts him enough to break him from his train of thought. Gentaro looks up to find a few small boxes of pocky sitting inches away from his paper.
“Where did these come from?”
“Ramuda gave ‘em to me. Want some?”
Gentaro swipes through the small pile of boxes; the only flavors are strawberry and chocolate. On one of them, he notices, is a small sticky note. He reaches for it.
“Why did he have so many?”
“‘Dunno. Probably got too many from all those girls that gush over him.”
Gentaro examines the note, realizing it has Ramuda’s handwriting.
“‘Don’t forget to do the pocky game with Gentaro’...?” He reads.
Dice chokes on his onigiri as he finishes the sentence and coughs harshly. “W-What?”
“It’s a note from Ramuda. You didn’t see it on the box?”
“...Ah, no? Lemme see that.”
Dice looks it over, while Gentaro glances at the calendar hanging on his fridge. It didn’t register to him before, but it’s the eleventh day of the eleventh month, which has been deemed “Pocky Day” for a while. He’s heard of the pocky game, and even seen the odd video of some people doing it online before. He, however, has never had the chance to actually try it.
“That little bastard,” Dice mutters under his breath.
Gentaro briefly smiles to himself, getting an idea.
“...So, what is that?”
Dice crumples the note, throwing it across the table. “What’s what?”
“The pocky game. What is it?”
“You seriously don’t know what the pocky game is?”
“I really have no idea, Dice.” Gentaro gestures towards the boxes of pocky. “Show me.”
“You really want to know?”
A darkening pink tint dusts the tips of Dice’s ears. It’s very endearing, but Gentaro chooses to ignore it and stores the image in his brain to tease him about it later. He nods in answer to Dice’s question, watching as he hesitantly reaches for a box of chocolate pocky.
Dice takes one out. “Put just the end of it in your mouth.”
Gentaro takes it from him, following his direction.
“Basically...we both put one end of the pocky in our mouths and try to eat it. When our faces get really close, you’re supposed to hold onto it for the longest to win.”
“Okay,” Gentaro says, pocky still in his mouth.
The rules don’t really matter, because he doesn’t intend to play correctly, anyway.
Dice, whose blush is now spreading lightly onto his cheeks, puts the other end of the pocky in his mouth. Their faces are so close now that it leaves a pleasant, light feeling in Gentaro’s chest. Although they’ve been together for quite a few months now, he hasn’t quite stopped feeling the butterflies yet.
He waits a few seconds, biting away at his side of the pocky and letting Dice also bite his way closer to Gentaro’s face. When Dice closes his eyes, Gentaro moves closer, taking bigger bites and caressing the side of his face, until their lips are pressing against each other. He quickly licks into Dice’s mouth, teases along his teeth, and takes the rest of the pocky out of his mouth. A confused groan slips from Dice. Gentaro pulls away, chewing the rest of the sweet.
“I think I won,” he says.
“Y-You...what the fuck was that?!”
Gentaro chuckles; he always gets a kick out of his boyfriend’s reactions.
“I lied, Dice. I know what the pocky game is; I just wanted to have some fun with you.”
“Damn it, Gentaro!” Dice pouts. “At least do it properly…”
“What? Do you wanna play it for real?” Gentaro reaches for the pocky box, but Dice swipes at his hand.
“...Not that.”
Dice pulls Gentaro’s chair closer and leans over him, practically crawling into his lap. The look on his face tells Gentaro all he needs to know. He lets Dice close his lips over his own, feeling him try to lick into his mouth. Gentaro lets him in. He tastes remnants of chocolate as he traces along teeth and the roof of Dice’s mouth.
Gentaro hears a satisfied hum in the back of Dice’s throat, feels hands trying to pry their way underneath his shirt, and realizes they’re going to have to save the rest of the pocky for later.