Warnings: Crack, drabble, Language
Summary: Kento bought this spiffy new shirt. He loved it, it looked good on him. He could work anything. Until Ryo came along. The guys aren't sure how a shirt in Kento's size fits a guy like Ryo. But maybe Rowen's reading way too much into this. How did Ryo get that shirt anyways? (hinted Ryo x Kento but taken seriously by none)
Kento made it a point to parade around the living room in his new, yellow, (somewhat annoying, gaudy, Rowen and Sage would not be caught dead in it) shirt. His hands rested on his hips, his chest puffed out like he's someone important. Rowen refused to look up from his reading, Cye continued to prepare the food, and Sage shut his eyes in deep meditation.
"What do you guys think?" Kento said as laughter burst from his lungs. Wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed that not a one of them had looked up. He turned around on the spot and flexed his arms. "I'm pretty much the most awesome thing here, yup!" Despite the deep breath, he continued to talk.
"I'm going to have to beat the women off with a stick."
Rowen spoke up, "I doubt a woman would willingly enter into an abusive relationship - I mean, if you're going to confess to beating women maybe we should have your head checked."
"I don't think that's what he meant," Cye said from the oven.
"And it's not!" Kento said with his fist curled into a ball ready to punch the blue haired boy who gave him little more than a passing glance.
"Well, I don't think you look attractive," Sage said with a soft sigh as his eyes rolled to the side, "But perhaps it's because I'm not a woman." His nose scrunched as he tried to fathom how anyone would find that yellow piece of cloth appealing. His mouth opened and closed, words trapped in his throat. He forced his lips together and drew a deep breath.
Kento pushed the anger and frustration into his shoes, turned and left the room. He removed the shirt with the greatest force he could manage and threw it in the laundry hamper, hoping that it would never surface again.
Kento forgot about the whole ordeal and after a few days returned to his generally cheery self. He sat at the table going over some menus with Sage. Ryo's tired footsteps shuffled down the staircase. His hand gripped the railing as though he would fall without it's balance. Sage saw it before the others. His mouth hung open like a fish, his eyes round as oranges.
Cye's mouth closed a little tighter as he laced his fingers around his cup.
The color raced out of Kento's face as Ryo gave the room a tired wave and yawn.
"How the hell did Ryo get Kento's shirt..." the warrior of Strata said more to himself. His head tilted as his arms crossed.
Ryo plopped into the nearest opened chair. He turned to his left. Kento snapped his eyes shut and drew a deep and unsteady breath.
"What's wrong, Ken," Ryo said with a yawn as he leaned forward onto the table. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Nobody called him Ken. Where had that nickname even come from? And that shirt! He thought he'd gotten rid of it. Rowen's mumbles echoed in his ears as Sage and Cye shared an awkward glance. Kento felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to focus on the plain wooden table. Who knows what stupid thing one of them might say over this?!
Despite Ryo's tired and distracted persona and Kento's embarrassed panic, the other three guys carried on a conversation.
"I suspected Ryo," Cye said after he took a drink.
"After the romance novels and all," Sage said with a nod.
"But Kento," Cye said as a laugh and sigh escaped at the same time. "I'd not seen that coming."
"Well it's just a shirt really. Nothing says anything's going on..." Rowen said as he focused on Kento and Ryo across the table, one half lying there the other trying to look anywhere else.
"But look at how ashamed Kento looks," Cye said as low and audible as he can.
"So then what," Rowen said without lowering his voice, a dark shadow danced across his face and he continued with a steady and earnest, yet dark tone, "Women aren't attracted to hideous yellow shirts but Ryo is? Ryo catches him in the hallway, strips him, takes advantage of him, and steals his shirt - only to pretend they're now lovers. And the sheer fact that Ryo dominated him has Kento hiding away is proof?!"
In the chaos of the explanation Sage forgot that there had to be point somewhere in it. He forgot to question how one might even get there and despite himself started to laugh.
Cye's jaw snapped shut; his eyes looked for any focal point that was not human. He pushed his eyes closed as he tried to fathom how to even respond.
"It's the only logical explanation," Rowen said after a moment and went back to breakfast.
Oh OAV, how I love you - End
