Well. He had apparently lit the fires in Hijikata's competitive spirit and instead of shoving the fork away and refusing to eat, Hijikata took the challenge and ran with it. Very literally. With the fruit hovering centimeters from his lips, Okita watched as his friend and vice commander ate the pancake with a vigor that practically shouted, "Take that." For his part, Okita could do nothing other than watch and marvel at how silly this competition was going to turn out.

However, as he smiled and took a bite of his fruit, he realized there was a problem. If indirect kisses didn't fluster Hijikata into giving up his fork, then what would? Really, the question here should have been why did Souji care so much, but considering that this was him, such a thought did not cross his mind. Instead, he swallowed his food and quickly returned the first retort that came to mind.

"Does it taste like me?"