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Cereal

Watanabe Haruto

After some struggle, just as you're about to reach for your favorite box of cereal, another hand reaches for it and you both grip it, in unison.

Haruto looks down at you and tugs at it while you do the same, trying to keep yourself balanced as you stand on your toes.

"Leave it," he says, tugging at it again.

"No," you shake your head, your grip tightening on the box, "it's mine."

You both glare at each other like two siblings fighting for one candy your mom gave.

"Keep this monitor attitude of yours in class," Haruto smirks and pulls it towards himself, whilst you have a hold over it, "Were in a market, y/n."

"This is the last box, Haruto. I had my eyes on it first." You reply, still holding the box and slowly pulling it to yourself.

Haruto pulls it back with more force and shakes his head again, "I reached for it first."

"Bu-But that's because it was on the top shelf, and... I couldn't reach for it." You try to reason with a small pout, hoping you would lure him into letting you have the last box of one of your favorite breakfast and snack.

It's been a week since you ran out if it and after days of being busy, you finally got some time to get groceries. You weren't going to let the last box of this cereal being taken away by someone else. Especially Haruto.

Unfortunately in return, Haruto just scoffs and snatches it from your grip, he was indeed strong as he looked, and holds it over his head so that you can't reach for it.

"Are you trying to mock me?" You ask, offended by his actions.

"You're right, shortie," He turns around in a swift motion, placing it in his basket and continued his tasks.

"Come on, Haruto, let me have it, please..." You pleaded, walking side by side with him, "What's the catch?"

He stops in his tracks and looks at you, "Nothing," and continues to walk again.

"What do you mean, nothing? How about this?" You stop him and he looked at you with anticipation, "I'll let all your mistakes slide for this week in class. I won't complain to the teacher."

"Really? All that because of a box of cereal?" His sounds surprised.

You nod once again and he sighs, chuckling and placing the box in your basket, "You're too cute, shortie, keep it."

"Really?" You stare between him and the box and chime happily, "I'll keep my promise, Haru. Thanks!"

He laughs once again as you stare at him in awe, "Don't call me that again, and no, you can complain as much as you want to. Not like I care," he shrugs.

"Really wish you did, though."