Akutsu glared at the small plush dog in his hand. Seriously, this was all that he had to show for hitting his targets? What a ripoff.

 

“Aw, cute, it kinda looks like you.”

 

His head snapped up, coming face to face with the way-too-smug look on Sengoku’s face. He felt his eye twitch. “What did you just say?”

The tone in his voice spoke of violence, should Sengoku dare to repeat himself.

Sengoku grinned.

“It looks like you.”

 

Akutsu’s punch was fast, but Sengoku, who had known it was coming, was faster, getting out of the way just in time.

Ignoring the startled voices of the other festival goers, Akutsu aimed another punch at him.

Sengoku dodged.

Fuck him and his boxing lessons.

“Stand still so I can hit you!”

Sengoku laughed. “Only if I can hit you back!”

“As if!”

Yet again moving out of the way of Akutsu’s fist, Sengoku yelped as he was hit square in the face by the toy instead.

 

Akutsu grinned, victorious as he grabbed hold of the front of Sengoku’s yukata. “I win, bitch.”

Sengoku, now with the plushie in hand, pouted. “Aw. It was fun while it lasted.” Then, he blinked up at him, trying to make himself look cute (only mostly failing). “Forgive me? I’ll buy you a candied apple.”

Akutsu scowled, considering his options for a moment.

Then, he let go of him, taking a step back.

“Make it takoyaki.”

Sengoku laughed, a wide grin on his face. “Deal!” He held out the dog plush for Akutsu to take.

Akutsu scoffed, shaking his head. “Keep it.”

It wasn’t like he needed it.

 

The surprised look on Sengoku’s face melted into a smile. As he opened his mouth to speak, Akutsu cut him off.

“Say whatever you’re about to say and I will land the next punch.”

This time, Sengoku settled on keeping his words to himself.

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