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Toge tries not to show that he can feel Itadori’s stare, those penetrating light brown eyes that keep observing his every movement. He nibbles on the bright red cherry, and Itadori lets out a small wheeze. Itadori’s eyes follow his every movement—like him eating a cherry is somewhat that entertaining.
“Mustard Leaf?”
𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?
Itadori’s cheeks turn a pretty pink (it almost reminds Toge of peaches—ripe peaches).
“No. N-nothing,” Itadori stutters out, averting his eyes.
Toge’s not convinced, he eyes his kouhai entirely as he nibbles on another cherry after discarding the ones he had finished. But of course, Itadori doesn’t stop staring so Toge’s pretty sure that Itadori probably wants to have some. He nudges the bowl towards Itadori, hoping he’d know what Toge’s trying to do.
“Ikura?”
𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.
"Well if you insist,” Itadori murmurs shyly. Itadori reaches forward, ignoring the bowl of cherries that Toge had been trying to nudge towards him. His pink-haired kouhai moves in until he’s all up into Toge’s space. Until he’s close enough to press his lip against Toge’s.
Toge blink his eyes, but he quickly recovers just as quickly.
Itadori’s lips were soft against his own. He gently tugs on Itadori’s hair, a small whine escaping his lip.
“Inumaki-senpai?”
“𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵,” Toge commands.
The older boy drops a cherry into Itadori’s mouth before he reconnects with the pink-haired boy. Toge slips his tongue into his mouth, coming into contact with the fruit, the sound echoes loudly. Itadori’s whimpering hotly into his mouth, and Toge scrapes the cherry gently until all that’s left is the seed.
They part with a slick sound. Toge can feel his cheeks burn, staring at the flush expression on Itadori's face. It suits him—the red colour that is.
“Mentaiko?”
Itadori shyly nods his head, “Yeah. It tastes good. Both of them, that is."
It's Toge's that turns red this time.