HAH. I can't believe I even wrote this. Ah well.

"What, pray tell, are you wearing?" Takano demanded, somewhat derisively.

Ritsu paused in buttoning up his undershirt, scowling. "What?" He looked over himself—white, long-sleeved button up, pale blue briefs—but couldn't find anything wrong with his current appearance. Except, well, if you counted the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants…

They sort of…did stuff in the unused storage closet on the 3rd floor because his damn boss couldn't keep it in his pants and—coughs—

"Those things." Takano, rather rudely, Ritsu might add, pointed at his…crotch. Ok. What exactly was happening here?

Sighing, Ritsu swatted the finger away from him and deliberately made a show of looking down there. All he could see was the blue fabric and a slight bulge from where his dick was. He then, very slowly, directed his gaze back up at his former lover, unmoved by whatever he seemed to be so offended by this time.

"What?"

Don't face-palm. Fight the urge. "Were you, perhaps, talking about my underwear?" Please say no, please say no, pl—

"That's not underwear. That is a disgrace," Takano said, too emphatically.

"What is?"

Takano craned his neck back a little and squinted like he couldn't bear to be any closer to them than he had to. "Those…briefs."

"Please," Ritsu could feel a headache coming on as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "tell me what is wrong with wearing briefs."

"Only real men wear boxers."

A tick mark appeared on Ritsu's forehead, and he breathed. As much as he'd like to, with his shitty luck, he would most likely get charged with workplace abuse towards his superior. "So you're leading me to believe that because you, yourself, wear boxers, you're a 'real man', and I'm not because I wear a different kind of underwear."

Takano nodded importantly, crossing his arms. He didn't make such an imposing figure in just his fucking boxers and socks, but still. Kudos to him.

"What's wrong with briefs, first of all?" Stop, what are you doing, you'll just make it worse—

His superior's mouth opened as if to retort back, but then the doorknob rattled and they both froze.

"I'm telling you, they're not in there!" A familiar and vaguely angry-sounding voice said.

Y-Yokozawa?! What's he doing out there?!

Another voice spoke up, smooth and silky like honey. "Calm down, Takafumi-chan. We'll find them eventually."

And Kirishima-san?! Wait…Takafumi-chan. Ritsu couldn't help but let a quiet snicker escape him at the nickname. Fortunately, neither of the men outside the door heard him and they moved away.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Ritsu turned to find his sweater and pants when there was a firm arm pulling him back into a bare chest. He eeped and flushed a brilliant shade of red, swiveling his head to aim a glare at the man behind him. "We have work, Takano-san. If you would please…"

"Oh, I can definitely please…"

This is not love, this is not love, THIS MOST DEFINITELY IS NOT LOVE!

A/N: Wow, this was stupid. I really love adding in random bits of Trifecta minus Hiyori, though.

-ChemicallyEnhanced