“[Y/n]-san aren’t you going to eat that apple?” The brunette across from you on the picnic blanket cocked his head curiously as he shoved another handful of chips into his mouth. His deep black eyes regarded you carefully as you tossed him a sweet smile.
“Well I would,” you explained amicably, brushing [h/c] locks from your face, “but I really hate chewing the skin. It gets stuck in my teeth and makes my jaw hurt and it just doesn’t taste good.”
“But I thought you loved apples.” Choji set the ships next to the basket with an almost forlorn look. Although you didn’t know it, he had brought apples of every color on the picnic just for you.
“Oh I do love apples!” you amended quickly, cheeks tingeing a light shade of pink. To think that the boy you’d always had a crush on had noticed such a small detail… “It’s just that the skin—”
“Well I’ll peel it for you.”