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“Yugamu….” Takumi sighs, watching said man cut apples with a scalpel. “You do know I just have a sprained wrist, right?”
“I’m aware,” Yugamu answers, not bothering to look up from his task. “It’s your dominant hand. Which means you need to not use it so you can be fully ready for the next battle.”
“I can still eat just fine and this is a bit excessive.” The plate in front of him is already half full of little bunny slices. “I didn’t know you knew how to make these.”
“It’s not all that different from peeling off skin.” Yugamu pauses and points his scalpel at Takumi. “That’s why I’m using my tool of choice for this.” Flashing a creepy smile, the blue haired man tilts the scalpel to shine along the blade.
“... I’m not hungry anymore.” The SDU leader slightly pushes the plate away.
“No using your hand, Takumi. If you’re not in top form for the next battle, I might just have to kill you to make the healing faster.”
Takumi sighs, “Fine. Just… Don’t talk about anything else while I eat.”
“Anything for you, Takumi,” Yugamu ends in a sing-song note and then goes back to making apple bunny slices. Takumi leans back in the chair and just spaces out.
“All done, Takumi. Open up!”
Takumi's eyes shoot open. He doesn’t remember ever closing them. In front of him is a bunny apple slice stabbed with a scalpel. “You’re not even going to use a fork?”
“Why bother when I can feed you well enough like this?”
“You might cut my lip.”
Takumi regrets his words as Yugamu smiles. “Then I’ll just have to lick the wound clean.”
“Please don’t.”
“Then…” Yugamu puts the scalpel down and picks up a different slice with his hand. “Would this be more to your liking?” He bites onto the bare end as he stands and steps into Takumi’s personal space. The assassin grabs his leader’s chin and makes him look up. Leaning down, the other end of the apple slice is pressed against Takumi’s lips.
Takumi’s face flares bright red. “Yu-Yugamu!” The said man smirks with his eyes as he waits. Seeing no other choice, Takumi hesitantly forces himself to open his mouth wide enough to take the apple. While doing so he can feel just the slightest touch of Yugamu’s lips against his.
Yugamu steps back and watches with immeasurable glee. “So Takumi… How would you prefer to be fed?”
How to feed Takumi?