I BELIEVE THIS IS SCIENCE NUMBER 10. If I counted right. Which is not guaranteed. Let's go for Bokuto, Nagisa, and whichever Mikoshiba brother you choose.
Come play Trick or Treat, and I’ll leave you with sweetness and fluff, or darkness and twistiness.
Treat
“If you two do not get your asses off the counters, and stop eating my ingredients, there won’t be any left to make the banana loaf you both love so much.” Momo turned from this mixing bowl, levelled both Koutarou and Nagisa with his best glare. Not that it would work. It never worked with them.
“But Momo-chan!” Nagisa pouted
“Yeah! Momo-chan!” Koutarou followed suit.
“Nope. No. You cannot butter me up, or suck up. Not right now.” Momo tried to scold them. He really did. But even he had to admit he wasn’t great at it.
“But we’re both so good at it,” Nagisa said, mischievous lilt to his voice. Momo barely resisted rolling his eyes.
“Usually, yes. But not when your ass is on my clean counter.”
“So mean!” Nagisa crossed his arms over his chest and pouted harder. All Momo could do was sigh. This whole charade was so commonplace in their household, it might as well have been scripted.
Momo glanced at Koutarou, saw the shit-eating grin on his face, and realized he’d fallen right into their trap. Not that it mattered. Momo always fell for their antics. Who would have guessed he’d be the level-headed one in this partnership?
Turning back to Nagisa, Momo gave him a steady look and saud, “Do you feel like eating ass right now Nagisa?”
“Well, now that you mention it…” Momo closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Okay, I walked into that one. But no.”
“You’re no fun.” This time, Koutarou was the one pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Momo could not win with these two, not matter what.
“How about this. You two go be good boys in the living room, and when I’m done in here, you can both eat all the ass, and banana loaf both of your hearts desire. Okay?”
Both Nagisa and Koutarou went a little glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. It was Koutarou who regained his composure - barely - first.
“Uh. Uh huh. Yeah. Yes. Absolutely,” he said, sounding dazed. Momo smiled.
“Good. Now go!” Nagisa and Koutarou couldn’t get out of the kitchen fast enough.