With squinted eyes and furrowed brows, he stared at his sort-of-an-enemy-that-turned-friend from a nearby bench, who had taped some mistletoe to his hat and tried to get any passing women to kiss him.
It didn't always work, but Rokujo's antics were only half of Kadota's focus at the moment.
The beanie-clad brunet had a problem. And like most of his problems, he never really told anyone about them. Especially one as mundane as this. It was almost pathetic that he was this confused about his feelings towards the red-head being possibly romantic. Very silly but very unlike the usual problems he faced. Could that be why he's so confused? He's never bother to delve too far into the topic- the topic of romance, that is- personally. Just go on about his daily life with his friends uncaring on whether he had a girlfriend-or boyfriend- or not.
He again focused on the laughing male, who was having all too much fun with his holiday celebrations- something the other said he did yearly. Kadota almost wanted to stop Rokujo, but refrained. He shouldn't mess with the other's fun, as bothered by it as he was.
Thinking back, it hasn't been like this the entire time. He couldn't, however, pinpoint when, exactly he started paying attention to the way the other laughed so heartily and full of happiness, or how he felt his stomach almost drop and a slight shiver from the way the other got when he was upset and passionate about something or angry about what someone did to some poor woman.
Again to the biker, he glanced, noticing the other getting kissed- on the lips no less. Half of him was a combination of being impressed and surprised that someone actually did kiss Rokujo. But the other half.
The other half was almost furious. He wanted to pull the other away right then and there.
And he wasn't exactly sure why. Why should it bother him that his friend got kissed because of a stupid holiday tradition? He should be happy for his friend, yeah? So why wasn't he?
'You love him.'
No. No? It couldn't have been that. Was this love? Funny question to ask, really, for the man who usually knows what to say and do. He didn't know anything. But even if this was love, then how would the other take it? Kadota wasn't one to hide things; it's easier to just tell people. But this was different. The other was straight as a board, wasn't he? But he wasn't going to deny plausible emotions.
He stared at the other's lips. He had to try, just once. If he asks, just explain it off with the mistletoe. It's dumb, but it's good enough (but not really, and Kadota knows it.) With a gruff sigh, he waited, watching the other idly as he thought about how he was going to do this.
People and time both passed, they talked a bit when no one was coming by, not about much, but it was something. More slaps and more kisses (Not many to Rokujo's lips, however, each one felt like a hit in his chest, which further irritated the brunet).
The sun began to set and Kadota stood approached the other- not really thinking about it, or he'd have second thoughts, he knew- and tapped the other's shoulder- to which he spun around, and started to say something to the effect of 'You're leaving? See ya!' But he never got the chance as the taller leaned down just a bit to press his lips against Rokujo's, albeit a bit shaky. Nothing more than a light kiss, but it was held there for a few seconds, before Kadota turned to hide a red face- he just couldn't face the biker after that (which he finds pathetic but nonetheless).
"Sorry, I had to try that. Happy Holidays." And promptly took his leave.