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Mishima and Akechi are watching a tv show together. Mishima checked his phone about 4 minutes in and never put it back down (the show was uninteresting, to say the least). And suddenly perked up upon coming across a specific post.
"Oh!" he exclaimed before whipping his head to look at Akechi with a grin so jubilant it made the detective just a little fearful.
"What?"
Mishima turns his phone toward Akechi's direction, displaying a tweet from a "What National Day is it?" page. Today specifically, was Pocky Day.
Akechi stared dully at the screen, the implication of doing something so useless and lovey-dovey making his stomach churn.
"We don't have any Pocky." he intoned.
"We do, actually. I went grocery shopping yesterday."
"Thats... why are you grocery shopping for me?"
"Unimportant. I'll go grab it now!" Mishima scrambled off the couch and into the kitchen, clearly thrilled with the whole idea.
The opening of a cabinet and rustling of various foods as Mishima assumedly searched for the Pocky caused a small sense of anxiety settle in Akechi's gut. He shook it off, clearly it was just anticipation. He shook that off too, this was nothing to anticipate. It was just normal, boyfriendly behavior.
Mishima came back with the box, and hopped back into his seat. Quickly unpacking it, he places the stick into his mouth and looks at Akechi expectantly. Shaking off his nerves for the last time, Akechi leans forward, chomping down on his side. He'd been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to see the actual box, Mishima had gotten his favorite flavor...Probably just a coincidence.
crunch .
Mishima was close.
crunch.
Really close.
crunch.
Akechi wanted to jerk back, to watch that show he previously couldn't have cared less about, really to be anywher e but here. Akechi also really wanted to kiss Mishima. He felt those feelings could coexist.
...
They couldn't. Akechi quickly turns his head to the side, snapping the pocky.
Whoops. He hoped he hadn't hurt Mishima's feelings. Turning back, he saw Mishima seemed to be a weird combination of shocked and enamored all at once.
"...S..sorry." Akechi stammered.
"Thats okay." Mishima giggled. "I... didn't expect you to chicken out."
That caught Akechi's attention. He wasn't chicken. He just.... liked getting to the point. He was practical. Yeah, that's what he was.
"..I just enjoy keeping things concise."
"Sure. So no pocky? Just a regular old kiss?"
"Precisely."
Mishima shrugged. "I can do that." and promptly pulled Akechi by his shirt collar toward him, kissing him. Akechi could feel the smile on the other boy's lips.
Pulling away, Akechi hoped his embarrassment wasn't as apparent to Mishima as it was to himself. Mishima grabs another stick from the box, opting to eat it himself. Akechi follows suit, and the two go back to watching their relatively uninteresting TV show.
"Happy Pocky Day, Goro."
"...Likewise."
crunch.