Fic Post: The Anti-Yogurt Discrimination Front
Title: The Anti-Yogurt Discrimination Front
Fandom: STXI
Pairing: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Rating: PG
Word Count: 379
Summary: Pavel and Hikaru discuss the political correctness of a simple snack.
Author's Notes: I was watching some emergency room show late at night and heard a nurse say "I'm sorry that you are prejudiced over colors of yogurt", and I just had to do something with it.
Pavel closed his eyes and allowed himself a small, content groan as he licked some yogurt from the back of his spoon. While it hadn’t necessarily been a stressful day, it was had been pretty long and he hadn’t eaten since 0800. There had to be a Starfleet regulation somewhere stating that teenaged officers couldn’t go more than two hours without eating.
When he opened his eyes once more, it was to Hikaru’s scrunched nose, his brown eyes looking at the cup with utter disgust. Glancing between his boyfriend and his lunch, Pavel arched an eyebrow.
“What?”
“That looks disgusting,” Hikaru pointed his fork at the cup, leaning away from it as if it contained one of Bones’ alien disease cultures.
Pavel picked up his cup, looking down at the chunky purple cream with little blue flecks running through it. “It is blueberry yogurt, Hikaru.”
“It looks like barf,” Hikaru scrunched his nose once more, shaking his head. “Why can’t you eat peach or vanilla or something? At least they’re smooth and, y’know, a normal color.”
“Hikaru, I’m sorry that you are prejudiced over colors of yogurt,” the navigator clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly.
“I’m what?” Hikaru set his fork down, his head tilting to the side.
“Da,” Pavel took another bite, taking his time to swallow before speaking again. “Prejudiced. You judge my snack solely on its outsides and have no regard whatsoever for what is on the inside. Blueberries are a superfood, Hikaru, they are full of antioxidents. However, you choose to discriminate based on its strange color.”
He shrugged his shoulder once more, pursing his lips together. “Face it, Hikaru. You are a yogurtist.”
It was difficult not to laugh at the perplexed look on Hikaru’s face. The other looked so damn cute when he was flustered. Reaching over, Pavel playfully tapped Hikaru’s nose with his spoon, leaving a small, purple glob on the tip.
“But it is okay.” he leaned his slim body across the table, lapping the yogurt up with a flick of his tongue. “I still love you.”
Pavel couldn’t see the look on Hikaru’s face as he left the mess hall. But if the laughter that echoed into the hallway was any indication, it must have been pretty damn good.
Fandom: STXI
Pairing: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Rating: PG
Word Count: 379
Summary: Pavel and Hikaru discuss the political correctness of a simple snack.
Author's Notes: I was watching some emergency room show late at night and heard a nurse say "I'm sorry that you are prejudiced over colors of yogurt", and I just had to do something with it.
Pavel closed his eyes and allowed himself a small, content groan as he licked some yogurt from the back of his spoon. While it hadn’t necessarily been a stressful day, it was had been pretty long and he hadn’t eaten since 0800. There had to be a Starfleet regulation somewhere stating that teenaged officers couldn’t go more than two hours without eating.
When he opened his eyes once more, it was to Hikaru’s scrunched nose, his brown eyes looking at the cup with utter disgust. Glancing between his boyfriend and his lunch, Pavel arched an eyebrow.
“What?”
“That looks disgusting,” Hikaru pointed his fork at the cup, leaning away from it as if it contained one of Bones’ alien disease cultures.
Pavel picked up his cup, looking down at the chunky purple cream with little blue flecks running through it. “It is blueberry yogurt, Hikaru.”
“It looks like barf,” Hikaru scrunched his nose once more, shaking his head. “Why can’t you eat peach or vanilla or something? At least they’re smooth and, y’know, a normal color.”
“Hikaru, I’m sorry that you are prejudiced over colors of yogurt,” the navigator clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly.
“I’m what?” Hikaru set his fork down, his head tilting to the side.
“Da,” Pavel took another bite, taking his time to swallow before speaking again. “Prejudiced. You judge my snack solely on its outsides and have no regard whatsoever for what is on the inside. Blueberries are a superfood, Hikaru, they are full of antioxidents. However, you choose to discriminate based on its strange color.”
He shrugged his shoulder once more, pursing his lips together. “Face it, Hikaru. You are a yogurtist.”
It was difficult not to laugh at the perplexed look on Hikaru’s face. The other looked so damn cute when he was flustered. Reaching over, Pavel playfully tapped Hikaru’s nose with his spoon, leaving a small, purple glob on the tip.
“But it is okay.” he leaned his slim body across the table, lapping the yogurt up with a flick of his tongue. “I still love you.”
Pavel couldn’t see the look on Hikaru’s face as he left the mess hall. But if the laughter that echoed into the hallway was any indication, it must have been pretty damn good.