@willyouwatch | insert low whistle
“Jeez... Okay, fine.” Phichit sighed as he swung a leg around to straddle the bench, keeping his eyes on Yuuri. He could never fault his friend for that adorable innocence he had, even if it was frustrating at times. And something must have registered with Yuuri; he swore there was a small blush there.
...Maybe he wasn’t flirting enough. Yuuri was pretty dense at times, but Phichit didn’t exactly want to scare him off. Yuuri was a friend, first and foremost, even if he was one Phichit wanted to push against the lockers and make out with. Ha, in his dreams. For now, he cocked his head back with a beaming smile, chasing away all dirty thoughts from his mind. “You seriously take too long. Let’s grab smoothies on the way back! A little sweet vitamin won’t hurt your diet.”













