Fic: Confections
Title: Confections
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #23-Candy
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: FINALLY able to break the writer's block. Shower me with love and affection and maybe I'll be able to write more.
Yukito was a connoisseur of sweet things.
All right, fine, he was a connoisseur of all things edible.
Okay. If Touya really had to admit it, Yukito wasn’t a connoisseur. He was a black hole.
Yukito’s favorites were desserts. He had more restraint than his brother, though not by much. The plushie demanded sweets and ate them greedily; he liked to think that Yukito ate so many because he had to support Yue, and sugars were a good source of energy. His body metabolized everything he ate at a biologically impossible speed, after all.
He was very selective, Touya found. There was a day and place and time for every different kind of sweet. Candy was very clearly different from the traditional dessert sweets, which in turn were nothing like Western desserts (which, Touya discovered by reading recipes, had even more carbohydrates than Japanese sweets because they used butter and milk).
Candy was a snack, but it was only to be eaten before dinnertime and after lunch, and it had to be shared with someone else. Mochigashi was for special occasions or to celebrate some event, like Touya scoring the winning goal at the game; it was also Yukito’s little way of making something special, like a Friday night dinner. Snack-desserts, like dango or dorayaki, were common for after school munching. On weekends, Yukito indulged in Western desserts, like jellyroll or pound cakes, or flour cakes with icing. He was always in a good mood when he got to share an entire iced cake with his best friend, probably because Touya usually didn’t eat more than two pieces.
At first it confused Touya to no end. He wasn’t much of a dessert person to start with; a simple pudding or cake would suffice, and he didn’t require one very frequently. So to keep track of the detailed “schedule” of desserts was initially beyond him. As he became more accustomed to it and the quirks Yukito’s personality naturally threw into it, he found it rather amusing.
He realized that he could probably chronicle a week in Yukito’s life in desserts. Konpeito candies Monday afternoon as they walked home. Dango Tuesday as they sat in Yukito’s room studying. Kiku mochigashi Wednesday night after dinner, as they celebrated getting matching perfect scores on the Biology exam. Simple boxes of Pocky on Thursday during lunch, in anticipation of the next night. The little pink bag from the bakery on Friday containing their favorite wagashi mix: shigure, suama, habutae. They shared it over tea after dinner while watching game shows on the television. A flour cake with white icing and strawberries Saturday night when they got home from the movies. A simple, sweet pound cake before they went back to school Sunday night.
This quirk was one of the things he came to love most. It was bizarre and strange and no one else seemed to understand how Yukito could put away so many sweet things and not gain any weight, but Touya knew it was something completely different. He could read mood and intent and a whole spectrum of things based on what kind of sweet Yukito was carrying on any given day. Sweets somehow became, in his mind, a reflection of Yukito, and slowly, surely, a reflection of them.
It was one of those weird literature-type metaphors that didn’t really make sense but weren’t supposed to anyway. It made sense to Touya, but probably only to Touya alone. He wasn’t even sure Yukito understood the fascination Touya had with Yukito’s candy-eating habits.
Like the way sharing the sweets gradually became a more public act. Initially, they only shared when they were at one or the other’s house. It didn't have anything to do with conscious shame or embarrassment-it was just happened that way. Touya was also a naturally private person, so it didn't surprise either of them that Touya disliked eating in front of people. Then they started taking lunch together, and they unconsciously slipped into their “home” mode, when Yukito would offer Touya various sweets he’d packed in his lunch and Touya had no qualms about taking them.
And then--then there were the times when they’d sneak a quick snack, or a special treat between classes or just after school or after a game. Yukito would pass him the box of wagashi, and Touya would unthinkingly take his favorite, knowing Yukito had bought it for him. Or Yukito would be waiting for him outside the locker room after a football game, a slice of a miniature flour cake already cut. Those kinds of things.
If Touya were really going to analyze it, it would be like their relationship. Increasing levels of comfort, unconscious alterations to their public actions that spelled it out for everyone who wasn’t blind. Maybe it was like accepting the sweets, accepting that type of public display of affection (and dear goodness, Touya hated those), was like accepting something… else from Yukito. Something obviously less tangible, but something that was no less real.
“To-ya?” Yukito asked, head tilted in that adorable (did he just think “adorable”?) way.
Touya shook his head and returned his attention to his gray-haired friend… and the package of konpeito candy in his hands.
“Yeah?”
“What are you thinking about?” Yukito queried, un-tilting his head and holding out the bag for Touya to open. Touya was “the strong one,” after all. Or so Yukito said with that cute (oh no, he did just think “cute”) smile.
Touya frowned and took the bag, pulling it between his hands and cradling it against his body so the candy didn’t go flying everywhere. “Nothing.”
“Oh. You looked very confused,” Yukito informed him, reaching for the open top of the bag.
Without thinking Touya snatched the bag away, holding it out to one side, arm fully extended, smirking. Yukito looked surprised for a second, then stared at Touya, an almost-pout threatening to take over his mouth.
Touya couldn’t resist the urge to use his free hand to ruffle Yukito’s hair. He was just too… cute.
He reached into the bag, fished out a couple candies, and then abruptly pushed one against Yukito’s lips. Yukito blinked in surprised, then smiled and used his tongue to snatch the sugar lump from between Touya’s fingers.
Touya was about to offer him the next candy when soft giggling behind them caught his attention. Slowly they turned their heads, curious.
Schoolgirls and eye candy, Touya thought ruefully.
Author: fairymage
Rating: G
Community: 30_kisses
Theme: #23-Candy
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
Notes: FINALLY able to break the writer's block. Shower me with love and affection and maybe I'll be able to write more.
Yukito was a connoisseur of sweet things.
All right, fine, he was a connoisseur of all things edible.
Okay. If Touya really had to admit it, Yukito wasn’t a connoisseur. He was a black hole.
Yukito’s favorites were desserts. He had more restraint than his brother, though not by much. The plushie demanded sweets and ate them greedily; he liked to think that Yukito ate so many because he had to support Yue, and sugars were a good source of energy. His body metabolized everything he ate at a biologically impossible speed, after all.
He was very selective, Touya found. There was a day and place and time for every different kind of sweet. Candy was very clearly different from the traditional dessert sweets, which in turn were nothing like Western desserts (which, Touya discovered by reading recipes, had even more carbohydrates than Japanese sweets because they used butter and milk).
Candy was a snack, but it was only to be eaten before dinnertime and after lunch, and it had to be shared with someone else. Mochigashi was for special occasions or to celebrate some event, like Touya scoring the winning goal at the game; it was also Yukito’s little way of making something special, like a Friday night dinner. Snack-desserts, like dango or dorayaki, were common for after school munching. On weekends, Yukito indulged in Western desserts, like jellyroll or pound cakes, or flour cakes with icing. He was always in a good mood when he got to share an entire iced cake with his best friend, probably because Touya usually didn’t eat more than two pieces.
At first it confused Touya to no end. He wasn’t much of a dessert person to start with; a simple pudding or cake would suffice, and he didn’t require one very frequently. So to keep track of the detailed “schedule” of desserts was initially beyond him. As he became more accustomed to it and the quirks Yukito’s personality naturally threw into it, he found it rather amusing.
He realized that he could probably chronicle a week in Yukito’s life in desserts. Konpeito candies Monday afternoon as they walked home. Dango Tuesday as they sat in Yukito’s room studying. Kiku mochigashi Wednesday night after dinner, as they celebrated getting matching perfect scores on the Biology exam. Simple boxes of Pocky on Thursday during lunch, in anticipation of the next night. The little pink bag from the bakery on Friday containing their favorite wagashi mix: shigure, suama, habutae. They shared it over tea after dinner while watching game shows on the television. A flour cake with white icing and strawberries Saturday night when they got home from the movies. A simple, sweet pound cake before they went back to school Sunday night.
This quirk was one of the things he came to love most. It was bizarre and strange and no one else seemed to understand how Yukito could put away so many sweet things and not gain any weight, but Touya knew it was something completely different. He could read mood and intent and a whole spectrum of things based on what kind of sweet Yukito was carrying on any given day. Sweets somehow became, in his mind, a reflection of Yukito, and slowly, surely, a reflection of them.
It was one of those weird literature-type metaphors that didn’t really make sense but weren’t supposed to anyway. It made sense to Touya, but probably only to Touya alone. He wasn’t even sure Yukito understood the fascination Touya had with Yukito’s candy-eating habits.
Like the way sharing the sweets gradually became a more public act. Initially, they only shared when they were at one or the other’s house. It didn't have anything to do with conscious shame or embarrassment-it was just happened that way. Touya was also a naturally private person, so it didn't surprise either of them that Touya disliked eating in front of people. Then they started taking lunch together, and they unconsciously slipped into their “home” mode, when Yukito would offer Touya various sweets he’d packed in his lunch and Touya had no qualms about taking them.
And then--then there were the times when they’d sneak a quick snack, or a special treat between classes or just after school or after a game. Yukito would pass him the box of wagashi, and Touya would unthinkingly take his favorite, knowing Yukito had bought it for him. Or Yukito would be waiting for him outside the locker room after a football game, a slice of a miniature flour cake already cut. Those kinds of things.
If Touya were really going to analyze it, it would be like their relationship. Increasing levels of comfort, unconscious alterations to their public actions that spelled it out for everyone who wasn’t blind. Maybe it was like accepting the sweets, accepting that type of public display of affection (and dear goodness, Touya hated those), was like accepting something… else from Yukito. Something obviously less tangible, but something that was no less real.
“To-ya?” Yukito asked, head tilted in that adorable (did he just think “adorable”?) way.
Touya shook his head and returned his attention to his gray-haired friend… and the package of konpeito candy in his hands.
“Yeah?”
“What are you thinking about?” Yukito queried, un-tilting his head and holding out the bag for Touya to open. Touya was “the strong one,” after all. Or so Yukito said with that cute (oh no, he did just think “cute”) smile.
Touya frowned and took the bag, pulling it between his hands and cradling it against his body so the candy didn’t go flying everywhere. “Nothing.”
“Oh. You looked very confused,” Yukito informed him, reaching for the open top of the bag.
Without thinking Touya snatched the bag away, holding it out to one side, arm fully extended, smirking. Yukito looked surprised for a second, then stared at Touya, an almost-pout threatening to take over his mouth.
Touya couldn’t resist the urge to use his free hand to ruffle Yukito’s hair. He was just too… cute.
He reached into the bag, fished out a couple candies, and then abruptly pushed one against Yukito’s lips. Yukito blinked in surprised, then smiled and used his tongue to snatch the sugar lump from between Touya’s fingers.
Touya was about to offer him the next candy when soft giggling behind them caught his attention. Slowly they turned their heads, curious.
Schoolgirls and eye candy, Touya thought ruefully.