Pink: 💔 for a interrupted kiss ((Because you know Blue will come out of nowhere and beat the crap out of him nhytgrf;dlknrb))
Fuyumi quietly hummed to herself as she carefully poured some melted chocolate into her brownie mixture, before beginning to stir it. She was over at Toshinori’s house, and, since the three men-or at least Pink and Blue- seemed to like her cookies, she decided to try making some brownies for them- at their request. Blue and Yellow had gone out to do some grocery shopping, but Pink had assured her she was welcome to do whatever she wanted to in kitchen whilst they were away.
”It smells good in here,” said man declared as he suddenly came waltzing in. Fuyumi’s cheeks flushed a bit, her humming immediately halting.
He peeked curiously over her shoulder, grinning a bit. “How long do they take to bake in the oven? I’m hungry~” he whined softly, and Fuyumi’s blush deepened.
”I j-just need to pour the batter out into a tin, then they should take maybe 20 minutes in the oven.” She turned her head to face him as she spoke. He blinked, tilting his head a bit.
”You have a bit of chocolate on your face.”
”I-I do? W-Where-?” Fuyumi’s cheeks reddened even more and she quickly reached up to try and wipe it away. He caught ahold of her wrist before she could do so, leaning a bit closer to her and mumbling into her ear.
Her eyes widened a bit, and she slowly nodded. He brought her closer to him, his hands on the side of her face. His tongue traced along the area just below her mouth, swiping away the smudge of chocolate there. He pulled back slightly and licked his lips, Fuyumi shivering and blushing horribly as he did so. Their eyes met, and, after a few seconds, they both leaned in, their lips brushing against each other. The kiss was slow, and warm. Fuyumi’s fingers lightly gripped onto his shirt, Pink’s hands reaching down to cup her lower back. They pressed closer together, the kiss deepening a little.
”Fumi, I’m ba-“ The abrupt silence of the next few seconds was unsettling. Pink and Fuyumi jumped apart, the latter trying to stutter out some sort of explanation. Blue didn’t respond to her, however. Instead, he marched over, grabbing Pink by the back of his shirt.
”What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
”C-C’mon Blue, I know it looks bad but-!”
”I don’t need any of that shit, Pink! I swear to god I’m going to beat the fuck out of you-!”
”Yeah Blue! Listen to Fumi!”
”Don’t fucking call her that you creep-“