do you ever think about all the dumb arguments Yuuri and Phichit get into over the years tho like,,
Yuuri looks up from his homework to see Phichit smiling sweetly, eyes crinkled shut. It’s his Imminent Death To You face and Yuuri frantically tries to recall if there are any chores he forgot.
“Yuuri,” Phichit says again, smiling like the unforgiving sun. “There are two ways you can put the toilet paper in. You can put it under, or you can put it the Correct way-”
Yuuri tries not to groan. He mostly succeeds, though his irritation is plain as day. Phichit trails off, but his smile doesn’t leave.
“I’m not doing this,” Yuuri says firmly. He pats the couch beside him. “You can tell me what’s really bothering you, or just take the hugs, though.”
Phichit takes the hugs, toilet paper dispute soon forgotten.
“How can you eat that,” Yuuri demands, nose scrunched in disgust.
Phichit pauses with the slice of pineapple pizza halfway in his mouth. He sets it back down and stares at Yuuri, disbelief etched across his face. “Pineapple pizza? Is amazing??”
“Yuuri.” Phichit takes a deep breath and readjusts his world view. “You eat anchovies.”
“Are you going to suggest I don’t put them on my anchovy potato pizza?!”
Phichit opens his mouth, but gives up before he can muster up any words. He shakes his head and then shoves half the pizza in his mouth, staring Yuuri dead in the eye.
…but when they’re in agreement:
“No!” Celestino clamps a hand over each of their mouths, brow knitted together in frustration. “Those,” he grouches, glaring at the iced muffins clutched against their chests, “are not.” He blows out a breath of hot air. “You cannot substitute a cupcake for breakfast!”
Phichit licks his hand, unrepentant as Celestino yanks his hand away in disgust. Phichit takes a huge bite of his muffin, icing smearing onto his nose adorably, and speaks through a mountain of delicious carbs. “We told you, these are muffins.”
Celestino huffs. Yuuri takes advantage of the distraction to slip out of his grip and slide into Celestino’s blind spot, happily gulping down his own iced muffin and starting on a second.
“Iced muffins are basically cupcakes,” Celestino insists as he makes a swipe for Phichit’s.
Crumbs spray from Yuuri’s mouth. “Are not!” he protests.
“You can’t eat only cupcakes for breakfast!” Celestino makes a swipe for Yuuri’s muffins and Phichit takes the moment to shove a whole muffin into his mouth, cheeks bulging out like a hamsters. Yuuri ducks around Ciao Ciao and Phichit poses, Yuuri proving to be the best friend in the world as he snaps a pic for him.
Celestino gives up. Even his hair seems to wilt as he stares at Yuuri and Phichit eating nothing but sugar. “Please.” Celestino doesn’t beg, but it’s close. “Please tell me you idiots have eaten more than just those.”
Phichit and Yuuri stare at him blankly, cheeks bulging with their contraband muffins.
Celestino groans and grabs his jacket. “I’m taking you idiot children out for breakfast. Now.”
Behind his back, Yuuri and Phichit grin and high five each other.
“I saw that!”