A fluffy lil' plot bunny that whacked me over the head with a carrot one day.
Rated T for crude humor. No set pairing.
~Cyder
Hinata stood at the entrance of a deserted alleyway, the dimly lit streetlights around him flickering. He was dressed like one of those detectives in those cheesy detective movies he'd caught Aoi-chan watching one day when he'd thought no one was looking.
'I have obtained the item in question,' stated Suzuna sidling up to him, glancing over his choice of attire.
'You did?' exclaimed Hinata incredulously, grabbing the neatly wrapped package out of her arms.
'Directly from Sis's dresser, now pay up.'
'A deal's a deal,' he replied, flicking the top of his bowler hat. 'Here ya go; 10,000 yen's worth of lottery tickets.'
'Always a pleasure doing business with you,' Suzuna commented diplomatically as she shuffled through the tickets.
'I finally got my hands on Misaki-chan's underwear…'
Hinata stared at the said object tentatively, in the privacy of his own room.
'But I never thought they'd be this manly,' he finished, ogling the pair of black boxers in his hands.
In the event of Misaki and himself getting together, Hinata had always assumed that she would've worn the pants in the relationship, but not quite this literally.
'Oh well,' he sighed. 'At least…'
Hinata paused as he flipped over the shorts, the blood in his veins turning into ice.
Printed neatly on the waist was the following:
Usui Takumi :3
'WHAT THE HELL?'