Probably, Maybe, Chu
Author's Note: A Chisao x Kosuke spiritual successor to my Netto x Tohru fic, "Love Frankly". Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Rockman EXE series.
Pairing: Pre-slash Chisao x Kosuke.
Summary:
Oyama Chisao suffers an email mishap, one that may jeopardize his relationship with his best friend.
"Nii-chama, I hate chu!"
Oyama Chisao had been working up the courage for many months to confess his feelings to his classmate, Kosuke. He still couldn't do it face to face – boy, what a nice face! – and was therefore in the middle of composing a message on Dekao's computer, when nature called. While in the bathroom, he lost his nerve, and decided to delete his overambitious admission, but by the time he left the toilet, fate threw him a curve ball. To his unmitigated horror, whilst arguing with his Navi over their latest NetBattling loss, his brother had stumbled in his socks onto the keyboard and mouse, body slamming "Send."
"Don't worry, Chisao! Gutsman stopped the email before it was sent. There's no chance he read it! Probably."
"PROOOBABLY?"
...
If Kosuke received the email, he did not let it divert his daily regimen, going on as he normally did about his baseball cards, the police chase he saw on TV last night, and how his grandpa was, in his words, the "strongest NetBattler around."
Seeming to have gotten off scot-free, Chisao followed his friend's example, and selected a run-of-the-mill topic. "Kosuke-kun, if you don't have cram school now, do you wanna hit up Game Soul, chu? We can try winning that jumbo stuffed giraffe again, chu!"
"My girlfriend might not like that, Chisao-kun."
"I didn't know you had a girlfriend, chu."
"Nonki-chan may sick her big, scary sister on me if she finds out I abandoned her to play at the arcade," he boohooed.
Chisao pursed his lips. His jealousy was offset only by the antithetical pity he harboured towards this poor girl. What icky, cruel parents named their daughter Nonki? The Japanese term meaning "carelessness," of all things!
"Any photos, chu?"
Kosuke unpocketed his PET, swiped through access screens, and showed Chisao his device. He must've skipped an image, because the snapshot was from when he and Chisao rode the roller coaster at the cat-themed amusement park outside Densan City.
"Wrong picture, chu."
"Can't be! That's me and my girlfriend!"
Dealt a wheezing laugh he daresay resembled the famous, imitable mannerism of a certain villainous mutt who starred in his favourite Ameropan auto racing cartoon, Chisao's blood pressure and hair spiked more dramatically than the winter vacay they challenged each other to an extra-spicy chilli pepper eating contest over video chat.
"Look before you send, Mr. Careless," Kosuke snickered, dropping the façade.
"Awright, wise guy! Don't come, chu!"
"Woah there, Chisao-kun! I'm still coming with you to Game Soul!"
"You are, chu?"
"Duh!" Kosuke scrunched into an impatient pose. "No promises on being boyfriends, but we're cool!"
They bumped fists.
Pumped, Chisao led the way, head held high at the email mishap's happy consequence. Maybe Dekao should frustrate his plans more often.