"Rock, paper, scissors!" Midorikawa and Hiroto shouted at the same time.
The game ended in draw for the seventh time and Midorikawa started to become impatient.
The redhead rolled his eyes and got ready for the following game.
"You could just stop doing scissors all the time..." grumbled Midorikawa.
"Or you could stop." Hiroto mockingly stuck his tongue out.
They had been fighting over the last chocolate chip cookie for at least half an hour.
Winning it over rock, paper, scissors was thought to be a good idea, but none of them could have ever imagined to draw each time.
Yet neither of them wanted to give up the last delicious cookie.
"Perhaps we should decide who gets it in another way." said Hiroto.
"What if we looked right in the eyes and the first one who laughs or looks away, looses?" suggested the green-haired guy.
"Uhm... sure."
Midorikawa smiled; he seemed really confident, but he hadn't thought about the fact that Hiroto could have a good strategy in mind.
Hiroto's bright eyes looked right into Midorikawa's darker ones.
They observed each other without doing anything, careful not to look away, but most importantly not to laugh.
Midorikawa tried to do some funny faces, but Hiroto didn't gave in.
"You really wanna win, uh?" said the younger boy.
The redhead smiled.
Slowly, he moved closer to Midorikawa's face, keeping his eyes fixated in his; a sneer painted on his face.
"W-what are you d-doing?" asked the green-haired boy.
Hiroto didn't answer.
He silently gave him a small and simple peck on his lips, without asking for more.
Midorikawa's heart was pounding in his chest; it was unbelievable what Hiroto could do to him with such simplicity.
Quickly, Midorikawa put a hand on the back Hiroto's head to gently stroke him and to get him even closer.
"Ah! You closed your eyes, I won!" Hiroto exclaimed triumphantly.
"W-what? That's not fair!" replied Midorikawa, all red in the face.
