#keibiin

Heshudders, gasping for a steadier breath as Okazaki locks his grip on him. This is nothing new; one ‘misstep’ means Yoshinari is basically back on the chopping block. Honestly, his superior can be tough to handle! Sleeping in alleys within a blink, making such big demands, only to thwack him when he tries to get him back up, even if he can recognize it’s him immediately. 

 It’s… It’s..! 

It’s another mark of Okazaki giving him really tough love with training, but it can be a lot sometimes. Sure, Yoshinari trusts him, but if a stranger was to look on, would it really look like two very professional officers on duty? 

“O-Oka… zaki-senpai, I– Gghk!”

He goofed up. He really goofed up! 

And the grip tightens even more because of it, the familiar cruel smile still not fading. 

Of course, Okazaki would recall what flavors and combinations piqued his curiosity; he has an exceptional memory, even when it’s picky, but especially for this sort of thing. Yoshinari is running through all the questions to himself that he can manage in flash: How did he mix up the requests? A rush? He saw it still in stock and thought it sounded so weird that Okazaki would want to try it? Repressed the memory of it? 

Either way, here he is, stuck between life and almost death (Okazaki wouldn’t kill him for just this, close has been enough…), contemplating just how to get out, even if escape isn’t necessarily plausible. 

Then he asks himself, how’d he even forget chocolate-flavored squid? That’s not… really an easy to forget thought, even if it hadn’t been the weirdest on that he had been forced to consume. 

Once there’s a little less pressure, he gasps, pushing out a laugh. 

“I... Right, haha, we have... but Okazaki-senpai, was it enough last time?” 

One. 

“All you did was force me to try every last bit!” 

Two. 

“That’s right, you didn’t even have a single bite! Consider this your turn then, senpai!”