[fic] Boys Be Boys {デュラララ!!: Mikado/Masaomi; PG}
Augh, woke up early to do course registration and of course I have to go back to finish cramming for my exam that's this afternoon. Eight and a half more hours left until writing it!
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Pairings: Mikado x Masaomi
Story Type: Drabble/One-shot
Summary: Mikado's like an obedient puppy at times, but he's still a teenage boy.
Disclaimer: Durarara!! is the property of Narita Ryougo.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings/Notes: Written for the Kida/Mikado/Kida request meme, the prompt being "anything with an 'oh, boys' sort of moment."
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Mikado always follows Kida-kun like a faithful, obedient puppy whenever Kida-kun wants to go chat up the girls. He dubs this as the time of Cheesy Pick-up Lines and Lots and Lots of Fail. He doesn't really know why he goes along with these excursions though; maybe he's a bit of a masochist, torturing himself with that little flare of jealousy in his heart whenever Kida-kun leaves him on a bench to ask for phone numbers of the opposite sex.
It's kind of irritating, seeing Kida-kun smile so easily and care-free and treating everyone equally. Mikado thinks he's just a little more special than the rest of them - for one, he's known him for much longer and that definitely qualifies for better treatment than this.
Yet Mikado can never leave Kida-kun alone; at least when he's there he can stop the other if the blond gets too carried away. And his best friend would smile - no, he would most likely grin, like a Cheshire cat - like he understands why he's being dragged off, and tease by gripping Mikado's hand tightly, fingers entwining. Then he laughs and laughs, not paying attention to the blushing face beside him, and jogging (while Mikado sprints to keep up) all the way back to Mikado's apartment, where the afternoon is forgotten as soon as they lay hands on each other. Homework is the last thing on their minds, and so are the girls who they've just met at the park.
"Mi~ka~do," Kida-kun drawls, poking him in the ribs. "Were you jealous, by any chance?"
It's become customary for the blond to ask this question, but no matter how many times Mikado hears it, he always buries his head in the pillow with a healthy flush to the tips of his ears. "No I wasn't."
"Liar!" He cheers, rolling over so he was propped up on his elbows, grinning again (and much closer now). "Admit it, Mikado~"
"I really wasn't!" He mumbles into the pillow. When there's no comeback forthcoming, he raises his head a little to peek warily at his surroundings. His eyes grow wide; Kida-kun is poised for attack, and it's too late for him to fend him off in time for the inevitable tickle attack. Laughter echo within the thin walls, silenced only when Kida-kun deems it appropriate to follow it up with a kiss, not allowing Mikado a chance to breathe properly.
Later, Kida-kun finally falls asleep beside him. Mikado mourns the fact that his homework remains unfinished and that come five in the morning, he'll have to wake up and do everything, including laundry and scolding his best friend for sidetracking him.
And he knows Kida-kun will just smile, nod to appease his momentary annoyance, and the day will repeat itself.
Mikado doesn't really mind that at all.
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: Short fill is short, muahwahwa!