Sitting at home, Mikado idly watched TV, not really paying attention to the broadcaster on it. He rested his head on his palm, slowly drifting off. As he was about to fall into unconciousness, his head slipped off, jerking him awake and bringing him to his sences as he heard a click at the door. He turned towards it, witnessing it swing open as Kida stood at the entryway, hands on his hip and a pout on his face.
"Masaomi?" Mikado rubbed his eyes before glancing back at his friend as he kicked it closed. "Why didn't you knock?"
"I did." Kida walked over to Mikado and plopped down in front of him. "Hmph.. Another day of picking up some fine chicks failed again."
Mikado sighed. Why'd he think going around asking out random older girls would get him anywhere? He examined Kida's face, noticing a red spot on his left cheek. Without thinking he reached up and poked it.
"Ow!" Kida responded and grabbed Mikado's hand. "That hurts ya know!"
"Wow, they really got you good," Mikado stated as he continued staring at the spot. "You should, I don't know, put ice on it or something, if that'll help."
"Ah, don't worry about it." He let go of Mikado's hand before propping his hands behind his head, falling down to the floor. "But, I think I'm done hitting on girls for a while.. They're all too much trouble."
"Or, maybe you should just find someone you know, and like, and stick with them. I don't think all these random finds are gonna help you." Kida remained silent for a while staring at Mikado's ceiling.
"Yeah... maybe. Hey!" He jolted back up again, making Mikado jump. "What about you?"
"Huh?"
"We should totally hook up! It's not like I'm ever gonna get someone like, I don't know, Anri anyways!" Mikado, suddenly getting it, let out a shriek as his face instantly flustered.
"W-What are you talking about, Masaomi? You- You can't be serious!"
"And why not?" Kida returned to the same pout he used before, crossing his arms.
Mikado tried to speak, but only stutters and uncomprehensible syllables came out.
"Come oooon.. Just let me try it!"
With a grin and a quick movement Mikado was underneath Kida's weight. Mikado's face changed from the light pink to a deep red almost suddenly as he saw the predicament he was in, especially as he saw his friend slowly caving in on him.
"If you don't like it," a serious tone picked up in his voice," just tell me."
Before the boy underneath him could protest, his lips had already been confiscated. The boy's mind told him to push away, but the heart beating inside him rapidly as he felt his friend's lips, surprisingly gentle and warm, brought a fluttering sensation inside him, telling him otherwise. A few moments and Kida slowly lifted up his head. He looked at the other, trying to decode what he was thinking through that glow in his eyes.
"So? Did you not like it?"
He didn't know how to answer. His heart was still beating uncontrollably. "D-Did you?"
"I did." The answer almost imediate.
"Then.. I g-guess, me too." Kida's serious expression turned into a light, recognizable one as his smile returned.
"Great. Then you wouldn't mind if I tried it again..?"