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Here's a scribble I forgot I did hidden on some invisible layer lol

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks rewatching Katekyo Hitman Reborn and Rebocon concerts, and this is probably one of my favourite moments ever.

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Шоичи/Бьякуран Summary:

Драбблы и мини с пейрингами Бьякуран/Шоичи и другими примкнувшими.

*SLAMS HANDS ON COURT ROOM TABLE*

I'VE LOCATED IT IVE LOCATED THE BYAKURAN/SPANNER CROSSDRESSING FIC,  THAT I READ NINE YEARS AGO jesuschrist ITS IN A COMPILATION WITH OTHER GREAT SHORTS INCLUDING ONE OF THE ONLY OTHER HANDFUL OF 10048 FICS 

AND ALSO SUB!BYAKURAN PORN

i-im not a goddess what----

god bless you and this prompt

He stares at Byakuran for a long while. Then some more.

"You want me to do what," he spits out through gritted teeth, eyes wide but narrowing behind the lenses of his glasses.

Byakuran merely stares back, completely at ease despite Shouichi's apparent discomfort and outburst. "I said," Byakuran repeats, lips curling into a wicked grin and revealing some teeth, "that I want you to wear nothing but this."

He gestures to the outrageous, inceribly revealng, skimpy outfit Shouichi knows Byakuran has had in the closet for a veeeeery long while now.

God.

"For two weeks," Byakuran adds.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK--" Shouichi shuts himself up as he adjusts his glasses with agitated jerks of his hand. "I... don't. Why would you even--"

"You liked it well enough last time you tried it on, Shou-chan," Byakuran reminds him, voice taking on gleeful tones, and Shouichi isn't sure whether the shudder that goes through him is of disgust or something... other.

The outfit leaves nothing to imagination, truly; skintight, frilly, and most of all, so very white that it hurts one's eyes.

"I am one of the captains--" Shouichi tries again despite the feeling of embarrassment and shame Byakuran has forced upon him.

Byakuran merely waves a hand dismissively. "You're my private secretary," he corrects with a smile that says many things and implies much more.

"I hate you."

"You lost the dare."

"I am your subordinate!"

"All the more reason to embarrass you, Shou-chan."

"...Screw you."

"With pleasure~."

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something angsty-ish

Shouichi flinches away from him like a frightened rabbit, and those words slip from the lips of said rabbit with such fierceness that even Byakuran feels taken aback for the briefest moment and at a loss for words, he merely stares and cocks his head like a child that doesn't quite understand what he's done wrong.

"Shou-chan?"

Shouichi looks almost bewildered at his own burst as well, but mostly he just seems constipated -- and angry.

"Please get a hint, Byakuran-san," he says, slowly as he swallows thickly while fidgeting around anxiously. "I don't think... it would work on this timeline. Our friendship or... the other... kind of..."

Byakuran wonders what the strange feeling in his own gut means -- something numb and cold seems to crawl inside him, spreading like a disease. Cold sweat forms on the back of his neck, and his omnipresent smile feels oddly stiff now.

"Shou-chan should know better than anyone that I'm not what I could have been," he says, his lilt fading into the most genuinely distressed tone he has used in a while. "I'm not--"

Shouichi shakes his head, stiffly but resolutely. "It's... better this way, Byakuran-san," he mutters, looking away from Byakuran. "We know too much for it to ever be real in any semblance of the word. It's.... things just can't be the same after all that..."

"And I can't let myself get carried away by you again," Shouichi adds, softly, as he turns away from Byakuran, their friendship, and everything that could have been and might have been.