Title: win-win
Rating: T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Relationship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Wordcount: 700
Short summary: Ryouta’s gift for Yukio is too embarrassing for Yukio to consider wearing outside. They argue but then come to a good compromise.
There are gifts from Ryouta that are too pricey but otherwise normal, gifts from Ryouta that are pricey but a little weird, and then there is this thing, whatever it is.
“It’s for Saturday night.”
That does not explain the sheer black fabric that Yukio is currently holding in his arms. Is this supposed to be a shirt? For him? It looks too small and transparent.
“You expect me to wear this?” Yukio shudders at the idea of going to the event with Ryouta and having this… whatever it is… like cling wrap on his upper body.
Ryouta nods vigorously. “You can’t go to a club and hide how sexy you are! That’s just wrong!”
Yukio’s brows furrow. “Why do I care about looking sexy there? Or anywhere? I’m not a model like you.”
Yukio is a teacher and a part-time basketball coach. He is respected for his ability to teach and guide teenagers into adults into work and society. In a proper manner! Not in that other way…
“But you could be.” Ryouta sighs. “You’re so hot, Yukio.”
Yukio rolls his eyes. “Only you think that, Ryouta.”
“I mean it! I could go on for hours about your abs or your legs or your ass…”
“Don’t.” Yukio can feel the heat radiating off his face. He would not survive if Ryouta followed through on that threat. He shakes his head. “Okay, if I give in here, then you won’t buy me another embarrassing gift like this?”
Instead of accepting the concession, Ryouta has the gall to look offended. “What? So mean! It’s not embarrassing.”
“My lover dressing me up like his plaything is embarrassing!”
The anger in Yukio’s exclamation seems to catch Ryouta off guard. “I’m not…” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “I don’t think of you as a plaything. I just…” His eyes look down. “I couldn’t help thinking about what it might look like on you. And the one place I could see it in action would be there.”
“Ryouta…” Yukio closes the distance and presses his hands and the shirt against Ryouta’s chest. “But why at the club?”
Yukio doesn’t want to stifle Ryouta’s interests, but going out in public with that on… Frankly, it sparks fear in Yukio. He doesn’t want to be laughed at.
Ryouta puts his hands on top of Yukio’s. “Because everyone there can wear something flashy. So you wouldn’t be alone.” He takes the shirt out of Yukio’s hands. “But I’m sorry if it is too embarrassing for you. You don’t have to do it after all.”
“Ryouta…” Yukio moves his hands, now free of shirt material, up to lightly touch Ryouta’s face. “What if we just did it at home. In private.”
“At home… ah!” Ryouta’s head jerks back in sudden realization. “You would be willing to wear this here? For me?”
Yukio blushes. He is so weak to those puppy eyes. “If you really want to see it…”
“I do! I do!” Ryouta drops the shirt in his excitement and starts pulling on…
“Hey don’t tug at my collar!”
“Sorry!”
The way Ryouta just stumbles back and nearly trips just suddenly, combined with everything else that just happened… Yukio finds himself laughing loudly, bellowing from his gut.
“What’s so funny?” Ryouta scrunches his face in confusion.
“You’re just so…” Yukio finds it difficult to contain his laughter. It’s just been so silly. His lover is a pervert. Yukio knows this. He doesn’t understand a lick of fashion still, no matter how much Ryouta has talked and he has tried to listen. But despite the “nonsense”, Yukio loves this guy, so…
Yukio smiles. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulls up his T-shirt, baring those abs that Ryouta said he could talk about for hours, baring the chest that Ryouta has left many marks on in the past. He picks the cling wrap like shirt off the floor. He looks at it in his hands and frowns. Wait, how does this…
“Can you help me put this on?”
The speed at which Ryouta moves suggests that there is no request Ryouta could have desired more at this moment. It’s still embarrassing, yes, but if it makes Ryouta happy…