#banmio

    Ban cheated the heat by wearing just his shorts and eating ridiculous amounts of popsicles and ice cream. Mio found it to be barbaric. He was always too open, too revealing, and way too sticky. Ban was gross, that’s what Mio had decided on a long time ago.

    That assessment was soon confirmed when Mio felt something wet drip onto his back. He rolled over to face the messy assailant, only to have more ice cream drip on his face. “Ban, must you be so ill-mannered and disgusting all of the time?” he snapped, wiping his cheek clean.

    Ban waved his hands defensively in front of himself. “I’m sorry, Mio! I just wanted to see what you were doing. You disappeared and I was worried,” he rattled off his sentences so quickly that anyone who wasn’t used to his style of speech wouldn’t have been able to understand him.

    Mio just sighed; he didn’t ask for him to worry and he really didn’t want to be subject to such feelings. He tried to soften in tone before responding, “Well, you found me. Do you need something else?”

    He had been trying to be less harsh to Ban since Eva had warned him that his behavior was unacceptable. However, It wasn’t just Eva’s suggestion that made him feel guilty. He had been with Ban for a few years now and gradually he began to feel himself warm up to his groupmate. Maybe he even felt almost positive feelings towards the boy.

    Ban smiled brightly and shoved his hand out towards Mio. He held a small cat shaped ice cream. “I brought you a snack to cool down!”

    Mio looked at the dripping mess in disgust. It had already begun to melt and left a mess on Ban’s hand. “You brought me a snack… That’s really unnecessary.”

    “But it’s a cat and you like cats! I found it and picked it out just for you. You know how Eva always says you’re like a kitten!” He pushed the ice cream closer to Mio’s mouth, almost forcing him to take a bite. Mio fought every urge in his body to recoil and forced himself to take a small bite.

    It was… good? The ice cream was chocolate and peanut butter, one of Mio’s favorite flavors. He smiled and took the rest of the popsicle from Ban. “It’s really tasty! Thank you, Ban.”

    “I told you! It’s peanut butter like you like and its a cute kitty like you, so it’s the perfect treat on this hot day.”

    Mio felt a small blush creep onto his cheeks. He was a ‘cute kitty’? Of course, he was cute, but hearing it from Ban was just… strange. It was a nice strange, though. Ban could be kind of cute sometimes.