I'll Be Your Romeo~

It must be the ‘yea babe?’ thing… “Look don’t lie, you know you like me refer to you like that”

Annoys him… That much was to be expected. Akaito couldn’t think of a way to properly respond so all that eventually came out of his mouth was, “Okay, I won’t do that again. Sorry” He responded as if he had just told off by someone… Something just wasn’t sitting right…

That was when Akaito bit his lip and his right hand created a loose fist. “I suppose, I mean I’m not just a cheap copy of my ‘brother’ for nothing. No?” Akaito said with a salty tone. “I mean, he came first. I’m him with a different colour scheme and a lower voice but of course being Kaito mark 2 meant I had a lot to live up to”

Akaito paused after speaking. He had turned a conversation about nicknames into a salt fest, not a good move to be honest. “Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away there… Just a bit too salty for my own good!”

“Oh, honey, tell me about it.” there was something to be bitter about that Mikuo could relate to; he wouldn’t hesitate in going off about it with the chance available. “I was designed to be my sister, but a guy. In physicality we have basically no other difference besides the hair.” ignoring the obvious. “We have the same general appearance, same fashion sense, we even use the same makeup! But no, the fans go crazy over a pretty boy so Crypton needed me around. I understand you completely.”

“Hey at least you don’t burn, I’m pale so I can burn quite easily. Burns aren’t fun, they hurt” Akaito said feeling as if Mikuo had a slightly better deal. “I don’t wear black in summer cause I know I’ll burn under what I’m wearing” Maybe Akaito should quieten down about how easily he can burn, since it isn’t the best of conversational points.

“The only problem is, I look good in black”

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually gotten a sunburn before.” he’d burnt himself on essentially everything else in existence, though, because klutz was his middle name. “I wear black every season, since it looks good on me too.” then again, he thought every colour looked good on him. “& you aren’t wrong, black & red are your colours– they match perfectly & you pull them off really well.” fashion; there was something he could talk about.

Akaito chuckled, his chuckle also serving as permission for Mikuo to go all out an laugh at Akaito. “Well what happened happened! Anyways even if it didn’t Gakupo would probably of given me an equally as odd name. Cause that man does not do cute!” He went on. “I’d probably have someone weird one like… Uh… Red-Kaito…”

Gakupo didn’t seem like the type to ‘not do cute’ when Mikuo had met him, even if that was the only time they had really crossed paths. “At least the one you have is cute without context.” there’s a pause as he thinks on that nickname, his head tilting. “That’s already basically your name. It isn’t like they called you ‘Akai’-to for nothing.

“I’ll give you permission to laugh if you need to” Akaito catching fully onto the source of that smile on Mikuo’s face. However he will choose to skim over his current predicament… Akaito put his coat over his shoulders, warming himself. “No I’m too cold” he answered. “Oh and… Just so ya know I don’t normally where all black in the hot weather… I’d probably physically burn if I did”

He lets out a few giggles as he’s permitted, somewhat thankful his boyfriend decided to put his jacket back on & spare both of them the suffering. “I would hope so! I could never survive in that, let alone during the summer. Just wearing a black dress when it’s really hot out fucks me up.” then again, he wasn’t built to be heat-resistant.

Akaito’s head bowed, perhaps out of the shame that was building up inside him for being so seemingly self-centred. “I’m sorry…” He said softly. “… I’ve been forcing you to start moving you out of your comfort zone when-when it’s so scary for you… I’m sorry”

He sighed softly “I’m not mad… I’m just confused…” Nothing about the situation seemed to add up in Akaito’s head, even the simplest parts wouldn’t go together. “I thought I was doing it right this time…” He murmured.

“That’s a lot of sugar….” she replied to his feat. She was suprised that he’s okey. She was silent for a while, untill Akaito mentioned the great news.

“You’re right I’m not” he agreed. “I’m a human punching bag, there’s a difference…” Akaito hooked his hair behind his ear. He had too many feelings at the moment to pick one to run with, how did such a simple rejection do this is him.

“Please stop saying sorry, you have no need to apologize to me”

Akaito went a little pink, there was a ‘funny story’ behind the name. “Well, Gakupo uses the name… And he made it up for me after I had a sugar crash after I drank 8 cans of Creamsoda. He calls it his revenge for having to nurse me for an hour or two” Akaito explained. “So it’s not that cute…”

“Okay, it’d be cute if it weren’t for that.” it takes all his strength to hold back giggles, & even then it doesn’t really work. The story just fit Akaito all too well, could he really be blamed for laughing? “Maybe if you hadn’t done that & it just came up it’d be cute.”

“O-oh thank you!” He smiled at his boyfriend, the fan would actually be useful to him more that it would be for anyone else. Since his hot flush and shaking has ceased Akaito started to feel quite cool. “Wow, it’s pretty cool with out my scarf and coat… Not to mention that tank top is pretty thin…” He mumbled the last part. Akaito prayed that his change of temperature wouldn’t cause two little ‘chest pests’ to become perky, and alas his prayers were ignored… He had to suffer the casual embarrassment that came with a thin top and perky nips.

“I’d think so.” Mikuo still didn’t understand how Akaito could walk around like that constantly & not die of heatstroke, especially on warmer days. He wouldn’t question it, but as somebody who wore dresses & skirts constantly he had absolutely no clue how that even worked. “It’s crazy you go around like that so often. I could never.” he comments, gesturing to the short sleeved dress he currently had on. “As shown.” it wasn’t like he’d pay strict attention to his boyfriend’s chest by any means, however with his height he happened to be right about that level anyhow & couldn’t not take some notice. “You sure you’re not cold, sweetheart?” he can’t help giving a little smile as he speaks.

The fan was like a gift of god to Akaito, the breeze it make was just perfect! “Eh, at least he ran a cold bath for me after he stopped laughing” he said with a small smile. Akaito started thinking about the kind of things Gakupo had done for him. “He does try to help when he can I guess… We’re pretty close like that” he remarked feeling cooler, his body had stopped trembling like had before.

“I’m feeling better, you fanning me really helped”

“Good, if he didn’t help you I’d have to fight him the next time I see him.” lord knew when that time would even come– he’d make a threat anyway. “I’m glad you two are close, though. He seems really nice.” they hadn’t spoken in a while, but he still thought that Gakupo was pleasant enough to be around. “At least you’re not shaking anymore.” he pauses, holding the fan out to Akaito after a moment. “Here, keep it on you just in case it happens again.”

Akaito was glad that Mikuo was happy with the name, and that he didn’t instead laugh at the somewhat silly name. “That’s good to hear, sugar plum~” he chuckled. “I bet you have loads of nicknames though, cute ones too!” Mikuo seemed like the guy who had a lot of cute names. “Not ones like creamsoda”

“Oh, tons.” he wasn’t going to lie about his plethora of nicknames, even if most of them came from fans that could call him everything under the sun & still not clearly express their love. There’s a pause at that last one, as he’s a little unsure why anyone would call someone that in the first place. “Who would even use that? & it could be cute, depending on context.”