Author Notes: I seem to love torturing myself. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW but all I'm doing is pumping out xxxHOLiC drabbles. Curse my inability to keep on task! /shakes fist

Pairings or Characters: Doumeki/Watanuki
Word Count:
Doumeki is being frustrating and Watanuki is, one-hundred percent, not in denial. Honest.

French Fries

"Oi. I like you."

Watanuki let the french fry fall from his fingertips as his jaw hung open, staring blankly into the face of the young man who had just confessed to him. He was frozen, blown away; simultaneously baffled, embarrassed and irritated. Doumeki picked up the fry he had dropped and poked his face with it.

"You look like an idiot," he pointed out matter-of-factly.

"SHUT UP ASSHOLE," Watanuki shouted, springing back to life to wag an angry finger at the fellow he was having lunch with. Realizing he now had to interact with said fellow, he felt himself turning red and quickly muttered out, "and don't joke like that."

"I wasn't joking," Doumeki replied, his tone obviously irritated despite his face remaining impassive.

Watanuki's face was completely scarlet now, his eyes focusing on his lap so he didn't have to risk meeting Doumeki's. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He prayed this was all some strange dream, brought on by hormones or something in the back of Yuuko's shop he'd accidentally exposed himself to. He was okay with that thing they both knew was between them -- never acknowledged, not quite fully understood -- as long as he never had to actually deal with it. But now it was out in the open, unable to be taken back, hanging there for him to wrestle with; all because Doumeki had to go and open his big, dumb, totally-not-kissable mouth.

Watanuki was silent for what felt like ages -- convincing himself that his heart was not in his throat, and this was not making him happy, at all -- before he finally pushed himself out of his seat, grabbed his bag, and fled the restaurant.

Doumeki stared out the window after him, popping the fry still held between his fingertips into his mouth.