[Fic] Decisions | Best Friend’s Girl
Summary: The universe in which Kobayashi Naoki is female and no one else. Assorted ficlets.
A/N: Don't mind me. I'm bored.
College AU
In which Naoki and Naoto meet during a shared elective course.
Naoto’s lips are illegal. And Naoki has Gun-chan as a form of comparison.
It is nearly impossible to think anything even remotely decent about them. Like how they’re a perfect cupid’s bow, rosy pink and prettier than a female’s with lots of lip gloss.
A female idol, she corrects. Or someone who can grace those fashion and idol magazine covers that Ami shows her before classes begin.
It is easy for Naoki to imagine Naoto with a girl, imagine the way he would kiss her - the soft sucking of her lips, his talented tongue sweeping across and delving inside, slowly exploring before devouring her completely…
She needs to stop reading those trashy romance novels Takahiro occasionally slips into her bag. Cheap thrills with shallow semblance of a plot. Maybe she can pick something from Gun-chan’s stash instead. His library of books is amazing and most are way beyond his level, but Gun-chan is intelligent and charming and Naoki has no qualms about his decision to study law upon graduation from high school.
Right now, she’s mentally comparing Naoto and Gun-chan’s looks and resisting the urge to turn tail and run. Her project partner has been staring at her like he’s either seen something revolting, or he’s found a rare gem. She can’t tell which. Until his eyes light up. “You’re perfect. Can you be my model?”
“Excuse me?”
“I study fashion design in School of Design,” he explains. “Can I dress you up? You don’t need to strut the catwalk, just pose for photoshoots. Please?” Nervously, he chews his lower lip.
Naoki stares.
Well.
Shit.
His luminous eyes are round and pleading, so similar to Gun-chan’s when he asks for a favour. Before she knows it, she has agreed to be his mannequin, on conditions that she isn’t baring too much skin, or ordered to do something she's uncomfortable with.
“Don’t worry, Ki-chan, those styles don’t suit you. You’ll shine more in sophisticated clothes or streetwear.” Naoto's grin widens. "Also, you can count on I, Naoto-sama, to protect you!"
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Naoto-san.”
A/N: Don't mind me. I'm bored.
College AU
In which Naoki and Naoto meet during a shared elective course.
Naoto’s lips are illegal. And Naoki has Gun-chan as a form of comparison.
It is nearly impossible to think anything even remotely decent about them. Like how they’re a perfect cupid’s bow, rosy pink and prettier than a female’s with lots of lip gloss.
A female idol, she corrects. Or someone who can grace those fashion and idol magazine covers that Ami shows her before classes begin.
It is easy for Naoki to imagine Naoto with a girl, imagine the way he would kiss her - the soft sucking of her lips, his talented tongue sweeping across and delving inside, slowly exploring before devouring her completely…
She needs to stop reading those trashy romance novels Takahiro occasionally slips into her bag. Cheap thrills with shallow semblance of a plot. Maybe she can pick something from Gun-chan’s stash instead. His library of books is amazing and most are way beyond his level, but Gun-chan is intelligent and charming and Naoki has no qualms about his decision to study law upon graduation from high school.
Right now, she’s mentally comparing Naoto and Gun-chan’s looks and resisting the urge to turn tail and run. Her project partner has been staring at her like he’s either seen something revolting, or he’s found a rare gem. She can’t tell which. Until his eyes light up. “You’re perfect. Can you be my model?”
“Excuse me?”
“I study fashion design in School of Design,” he explains. “Can I dress you up? You don’t need to strut the catwalk, just pose for photoshoots. Please?” Nervously, he chews his lower lip.
Naoki stares.
Well.
Shit.
His luminous eyes are round and pleading, so similar to Gun-chan’s when he asks for a favour. Before she knows it, she has agreed to be his mannequin, on conditions that she isn’t baring too much skin, or ordered to do something she's uncomfortable with.
“Don’t worry, Ki-chan, those styles don’t suit you. You’ll shine more in sophisticated clothes or streetwear.” Naoto's grin widens. "Also, you can count on I, Naoto-sama, to protect you!"
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Naoto-san.”