This boy. This FUCKING cute boy, being CUTER than him without TRYING. Was he going for A FIGHT? Because he’d GET IT if he SO wanted for ONE. Yaguchi kept his smile despise the anger that boiled inside him at the sole thought of someone easily surpassing the cuteness he had worked so hard to achieve.
“Oh, are you sure I can pick? You worked so much today! You should get as much as you want, I’m ok with the left-overs, really” more like, he didn’t wanted to pick himself. If he had to do it, he’d be forced to pick the most sickeningly sweet pastry to go along with his own cute facade and then he’d feel like throwing up the whole day.
Kyouhei hummed noncommittally and assessed the leftovers. He was disappointed that the fudge and cake pops were all sold out but hey, that was just business. Instead, there were a few slices of pumpkin bread, a berry muffin, and - if memory served - a few egg white sandwiches in the fridge.
“We could probably… the only thing we wouldn’t be able to split evenly is the muffin? You can one and a half slices of the pumpkin bread, two of the four leftover sandwiches, and uh… do you want to cut the muffin in half?”
He didn’t mind doing so since it would get eaten either way, but it would get cold twice as fast if they had to slice it. He would much rather give up the whole thing then be the cause of its loss of perfect deliciousness.