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Olives
The old theory of the Olive, it says that the success of a couple lies in compatibility through opposites: one partner loves olives and the other hates it, creating a perfect balance where one completes the other.
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It was a sunny Sunday, in a quiet park in Paris, everything seemed perfect, almost like a dream. The temperature was mild, comfortable, the little birds chirped in a pleasant melody-
"Hugo-chan! Why did you bring so many guimauve chocolate? I don't even like it!" Charles interrupted the comfortable silence that had been established, interrupting Hugo's observation in Loki's eyes, those bright golden eyes, of a God. He seemed to have noticed, but he couldn't care less about having some, especially HUGO, watching him with so much admiration and even, passion
"... you weren't even supposed to come." Vivian replied, looking at Chevalier in the usual monotonous way, clearly annoyed to have his observation session to his attacker destroyed by that plague
The three were sitting on a picnic blanket, with food that Hugo bought around, the two older ones sitting in front of each other while the teenager was spread out on the towel, facing up as if nothing mattered
It was supposed to be a.. casual date.. between Julian and Vivian, organized and planned completely by the attacking environment; it had to be perfect, it had, because that supposed French prodigy decided to invade the romantic meeting of the two as if he owned the place and totally ruined Hugo's plans with Loki, not that he was thinking of doing something obscene or anything! ...
".. and then Shidou told me that she had fucked with three guys and-" the rebel stops chattering when he notices Loki making a disgusted face, moving the sandwich away from his face
"How can someone eat this..? This is.. terrible! It hurts my ego." The captain of the French team complained, as if he had caught something contaminated and was about to vomit
"It can't be that bad" Vivi replied, leaning over and taking the sandwich from Juju's hands. His hands were hot, just that little touch made all of Hugo's hair stand on end
He took a bite in the same place where Loki had bitten before, it could be considered an indirect kiss, he could even, but they always used the same bottles, so it wasn't a big deal anymore.
"It's not that bad, it's good." the burgundy-haired boy murmured, eating the sandwich calmly.
"You're troubled Vivi. This sandwich has olives, that's the problem, that's disgusting."
Before Hugo opened his mouth to answer, Charles suddenly jumped from his seat and began to raise his hand like a student trying to get the teacher's attention to make an intrusive intervention.
"Hey, hey! Have you ever heard of the olive theory?"
"..? What are you talking about."
"The olive theory says that in a couple there is compatibility when one partner loves olives and the other hates them, thus creating a perfect balance where one completes the other! Opposites attract, don't they? It's like the fate you talk so much about Hugo-chan!" The blonde exclaimed happily, pointing to the two as if he had discovered the cure for cancer
Hugo seemed disinterested, as always, and just turned his attention to the food. Julian, in turn, seemed minimally interested in what Charles was inventing, finding the idea silly, but cute in a way
"Are you calling us a couple destined to be together?" He provoked, he could feel the penetrating look of the redhead asking him to stop and shut up. They were NOT a couple and it didn't make sense to be, they were just two boys who play soccer and have a good chemistry inside it; nothing more and nothing less. That could even have been intended to be a date, but between friends!... so why does my heart beat so hard when I'm near him?!
"Isn't that what Hugo-chan keeps saying all the time? That you are "your destiny"? So! The olives tasted it! You are my parents now!"
"Don't exaggerate, idiot"
The striker just laughed lightly and took one of the chocolate marshmallows that his midfielder had bought ESPECIALLY for him
It was already the end of the afternoon, the sy was starting to turn orange and everything seemed slower. Charles slept in the same place, still spread out like a starfish and with his cell phone on his side vibrating in desperate messages from Shidou, possibly the only "sound" at the moment.
Already the other two were also lying down, Hugo on top, with his eyes closed, could perfectly do what he was doing without spreading the shorter boy, but whatever! Loki in turn was just looking at the sky, one of his hands slowly messing up the redhead, not looking really bothered by the weight on top.
As much as the kind of casual date didn't work out very well (blame Charles), in the end, it wasn't that bad.