#tochi

“Honeymoon phase.” Ko repeats incredulously staring in utter disbelief as Kyo’s voice reaches a higher octave, hands shooting across the table to snatch the collar of Yuki’s shirt, bunching it in his hands as the scrabble board and pieces going flying when Kyo gives a mighty heave, bringing Yuki’s smirking face closer to his enraged one.

“Yeah,” Kakeru sighs long-sufferingly as Yuki continues his onslaught of scathing insults.

“What you’re seeing,” Haru says in a bored tone, studying his remaining tiles, “is their weird version of foreplay.”

“Disgusting.” Kakeru says overdramatically, flopping backwards, “Just as I was about to seal my victory.”

“You have more tiles than anyone else,” Machi intones, sipping at her wine as Tohru giggles next to her, cheeks a dusty pink as she presses closer to her side.