Asahi breathes out through his nose, mouth curling into something exasperated, eyebrows bunching up with that touch of mischief Yuu loves just a little too much, and that’s the only sign he gets before he’s done for.
Fingers wrap around his wrists, firmly guiding his hands down in front of him. There’s a moment where Asahi releases him, pressing against his back to reach a new bean, and then he’s placing it in Yuu’s palms gently.