whim :blobhaj_mlem:<p>Prompt: a shippy drabble about Sawatari and Yuya! The prompt is sacrificing your seconds/dessert for the other person.</p><p><a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/dartshipping" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>dartshipping</span></a> drabble for merryfortune 🎯🍰<br /><a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/yugioh" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>yugioh</span></a> <a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/ygo" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>ygo</span></a> <a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/ygoarcv" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>ygoarcv</span></a> <a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/arcv" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>arcv</span></a> <a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/sakakiyuuya" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>sakakiyuuya</span></a> <a href="https://blorbo.social/tags/sawatarishingo" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>sawatarishingo</span></a><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Shingo's eyes sparkled at his order; a slice of chocolate crepe cake was well deserved after crushing amateurs at LDS. It was hard being as skilled as he was, and his advice, though unsolicited, came at the price of working up an appetite. His friends knew having this order ready ahead of time was a must.</p><p>"Hey, Sawatari!"</p><p>His ears reddened—the only thing sweeter than his coveted cake slice was the voice that called him.</p><p>"Sakaki Yuuya?"</p><p>"Wow, that looks great! I'm starving…"</p><p>Shingo looked between the two sweets, smirked, and handed over his fork. "Always unprepared, how predictable."</p>