"This had better be good, Runnie-Boy." A fit and proudly camp mad in a lab coat and business said as he started…handling a patient.

A sigh escaped the other end of the line.

"Dr. Stylish, have I ever once let you down or pointed you in the wrong direction?" Run asked rhetorically as he graded the last few papers on his desk, little doubt Stylish already had several quips for that. "Listen, he's a good man and I legitimately think you'll like him. If not, then we can just pretend this whole thing never happened."

"Leone put you up to this, didn't she?' The proud mad scientist asked as he finished a prostate exam with an unstylishly complainer of a patient.

The line was quite for a full minute before another sigh escaped.

"She may or may not have offered tantalizing compensation for doing this, yes." The teacher admitted.

"She's too good for you, you know."

"I am aware."

"Don't get me wrong, I like her and all…but seriously; she's a hard 10. You're a 5 and a half at best."

The line went silent yet again.

"…Doctor."

"Yeah?"

"That was the most painful thing you've ever said to me in all these we've known each other. I try to do something nice in spite of all your teasing and flirting…."

A groan.

"Look. Just go to the café, talk to him and maybe something will come out of it so that you can actually be happy. Please."

Stylish took off his gloves and let out a sigh

"Fine, Runnie boy. I'll go, And…sorry about that."

On the other end, Run let out a sigh.

"Fine, Dr. Stylish. Have a good time."

He then ended the call and put his face in his hands, letting out a groan as he did so. Why was he friends with that man again?

"Tweety?" A bright yet concerned voice asked. "You okay?"

He looked over his shoulder to see a voluptuous short haired blonde covered in a towel, about to take her post workout shower. Her eyes slightly narrowed in concern, but affection was obvious in them.

"It's nothing Leone." Run said weakly. "Stylish is just complaining about us doing something nice for him and saying how much he'll dislike Bulat before even meeting him. Sometimes I truly wonder how I put up with him."

"Aww, my poor birdie…." Leone cooed, nuzzling his face with her own after scratching his cheek. "Anything big bad kitty can do to make it all better?"

Run smiled sweetly and hopefully.

"A kiss would be nice."

With a gentle smile, Leone brought her lips to his. They cupped each other's faces and moaned into the lip lock, their tongues inspecting each other's mouths

"Better?" Leone asked with a smile.

Run nodded back, surprise filling him when he heard a zipper being undone.

"Leo..?" He started, only for Leone to put a finger on his lips.

"Just let kitty take care of all that misery." She smiled sweetly, a bit of hunger in her eyes as well.

Run was soon groaning about something else entirely and would completely forget about this troublesome little call…especially when he found himself sharing the shower with his girlfriend.

XXX

The café was cute, Stylish gave it that much. Not too crowded or noisy, an interesting assortment of guys and gals….not quite Stylish enough for his tastes, but for a first (and probably final) date, it was forgetful enough. After this, he'd write up a review about how forgetful it was

And then he saw him:

A tall, muscular young man with blue eyes and black hair that he usually wore in a combed up, heart-shaped pompadour.

Stylish immediately began to groan inwardly: The Jeagers all knew he preferred lean and mean, not herculean or Olympian! What was the point of being with someone with that kind of physique if they were by default dumber than you?

Letting out a sigh, he marched his way to the table

"Bulat, I presume?"

The man in question took a good look at his blind date; a little older than him but still young; wearing a suit under a lab coat that was spotlessly clean. His nose was sharp and hooked slightly, and his eye brows more pronounced than in most men

"That's right." He smiled, confidence and yet…a sense of gentleness in his tone. "You must be Dr. Stylish. Glad you can make it, pull up a chair."

Stylish did so, inwardly noting that so far Bulat did indeed have manners as a waiter came by and dropped off a pot of coffee and left them some menus.

"I hope you don't mind, I ordered a pot of coffee." Bulat said, pouring Stylish a cup.

"After the day I had, I'm glad you did." Stylish replied.

"Forgive my ignorance but…what exactly do you do, anyways?" Bulat asked. "Run told me you're a doctor and you work at the Hospital and labs, but he never specified what kind."

At that question, Stylish;s eyes glittered with joy before he remembered the usual way things went after this bombshell was dropped.

"I'm a geneticist and biochemist excelling in stylish body modifications!" He announced. "I turn dreams into reality by enhancing the senses, altering mutations, adding cybernetic components…oh! I get a rush just thinking about it!"

Bulat smiled, a little weirded out by the doctor's declaration, but proud nonetheless.

"Sounds great! Just one question."

"Yeah?"

"How do you test all those out?"

Oh boy. Stylish mused. Here it comes.

"I may or may not use condemned prisoners as test subjects." He confessed.

"Good, they're doing something worthwhile." Bulat mused.

That took the good doctor for a spin

"Wait…you're okay with human test subjects?"

"If their scumbag criminals, then yeah." Bulat said. "They have it coming to them. Otherwise, no."

That took Stylish for a loop. No one, not even Esdeath herself, had ever condoned his experiments on people. To hear someone be okay with it….

Maybe this wouldn't be so badly after all.

The waiter than came back and took their orders, dashing off to the kitchen

"Bul?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I be honest with you? Coming over here, I thought this was going to be a total dud. But…you've so far turned out to be the most interesting date I've been on."

Bulat smiled shyly

"Awe shucks, you're making me blush."

"Funny." Stylish mused. "Runnie-boy seems to have told you a little about me, but he and Leone left me completely in the dark about you. But, if there's anything Bird-boy did get right, it was choosing the best kind of place for chatting about ourselves."

"Too bad I don't have much to talk about." Bulat mused, looking down in his cup. "All I know is fighting."

"And I bet you're pretty good at it." Stylish smiled.

"Nothing you haven't heard before."

"Okay, stop that right now. Where's the stylish confidence that greeted me? You think I'm a gonna get bored? Then, try me." Stylish smiled honestly. "You may be surprised."

Bulat smiled weakly.

"Welp, don't say I didn't warn you."

XXX

"So there we were, right in the thick of it. Me and Liver are the only ones standing, bullets are flying, the rookies are bawling and the punks are monologing….Then Liver hands me this spear, tells me to shout 'Incursio' and next thing I know I'm in a suit of armor and ripping through them like paper."

Stylish feverishly followed his date's story, barely acknowledging the food he shoved down his mouth.

"And they still got away!" "So after that, I quit the force and became a street vigilante until Najenda came and offered me a job. Not going to lie, kind of shocked it took me that long to consider dancing a career profession, but I'm glad all the same."

"So Stylish!"

"Okay, you're turn!" Bulat motioned, his attention now rapt

Stylish composed himself and chose what he thought was a good story.

"One of my teammates, the very definition of determinator and plucky girl, is in the hospital. Her limbs are rendered useless and it's unlikely she'll ever leave the bed again. I'm about to pull the plug when she glares at me. Up until then, the Jeagers is just a job to me. But the way she was looking told me she refused to be held down. I was so Stylishly inspired I remembered these cybernetic limbs I had in the back, so I offer those to her."

"And did you?"

"I wouldn't be telling you if I didn't!" Stylish said, some mild offense in his voice. The two men then laughed before the doctor continued.

"So I whip out Perfector, attach the limbs and the second they're on, she's out the door, helping the other take down Zank the Beheader…who suddenly mutates."

Bulat's eyes widened and then softed

"So THAT'S what happened to him. Akame never gave us the detils."

Stylish became slightly embrassed

"It's also how I got this stylishly glamourous stripe in my hair." He admitted.

"Really?"

"I got stylishly comrade-protective, took some serum I'd made previously and hulked out for a minute. Luckily Run had an antidote of his own. Can't say I did a lot though…"

"Hey, not everybody is a rough and tumble kind of strong-man." Bulat comforted him. "You're pretty strong yourself."

THAT took Stylish for an even bigger loop.

"Say wha?"

"You're smart." Bulat said simply. "That's your strength. And I got to say, I don't think there's anybody stronger than you in that regard."

It was cliché. It was cheesy. And yet…It melted Stylish's heart.

"Bul?"

"Yes?"

"If this weren't a public place, I'd kiss you."

Bulat smiled

"I can wait. No rush."

XXX

All in all, it was a lovely time.

Soon, the café began to close up, and the two men prepared to part

"Aw crap." Bulat noted as he checked the time. "Juuuust missed the last bus."

"I can give you a ride, if you want." Stylish mused, offering his date a seat on his bike. Bulat took a look at it and smiled knowingly. "Shut up and get on! So I like to glitter it, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing." Blat mused as he held onto Stylish's waist. For such powerful hands, Stylish couldn't help but notice how gentle and warm they could be.

It was agood half hour before they came to Bulat's apartment building.

"Thanks again for the ride." Bulat smiled as he got off and stretched feeling back into his legs.

"Least I could do for the best date I've had in a long time." The good doctor smiled, before an unfamialr nervousness filled his form. "So…I'll see you again?"

Bulat smiled

"I think I'd like that, Sty-guy."

The doctor's body warmed at the nickname, which he instantly liked.

"Perfectly stylish, Handsome."

Bulat raised his fists into the air and did a small happy dance.

"Yeah! Finally, someone calls me that!"

The two men laughed at that, hanging onto each other for support. Eventually they stopped and looked at each other

"Um…Bul?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember what I said at the café?"

Bulat nodded in remembrance, then stepped back ever so slightly to let the doctor compose himself.

It was barely a peck on the cheek, but Bulat and Stylish were soon blushing up a storm at the contact, and the scientist was mentally praying for death to take it away from his embarrassment…before two strong arms took him into an embrace and kissed him on the forehead.

"Have a good night, Sty-guy." Bulat smiled as he bounded up the stairs to his complex.

"You too….Bul-baby."

Bulat laughed and then walked in after waving one last time. Stylish then revved up his bike and drove back to his apartment, where he took a quick shower and then went straight to bed.

"Oh my stylishly non-existent god." Stylish realized as he awoke suddenly in bed. "I think I'm in love."

His smile grew as he pulled out his phone at shot the Jeagers a text:

Meet for coffee at 6:30 sharp. My treat. Big news!

He then went back to sleep, a stylishly giddy smile on his face.

Read and Review, would ye kindly? PLEASE NOTE: this was my first Yaoi story,

Feel free to offer chapter suggestions; next up is the first chapter from Leone's perspectitive, with some overprotective parent action on her end. Have a great day