You and Tomura were sitting at the league's bar, joking and laughing with little lines of shots in front of you, and a sweet fruit juice. Tomura's lips curled into a wry smile, his lips parting to speak, already loose with sarcasm.

"How was I supposed to know that one? You were being so bland."

He complained, all because you didn't let him slip his tongue against yours to guess the alcohol you'd just had a shot of, instead just letting him kiss you and lick his lips afterwards. His fake pouting was almost too cute to bear. He took the fruit juice and quickly swigged the contents to rid his mouth of the aftertaste.