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Note: I'm going with the manga name and the Japanese romanji spellings of character names.
One-Shot: Boxers or Briefs
"In terms of texture, perhaps the sensation against one's skin, how do boxers...feel?" Naoto spoke bluntly.
"Eh?!" Kanji stared at Naoto, wide-eyed.
The Detective Prince had called Kanji up to the roof during lunch after saying she had urgent matters to converse with him. Then, proclaiming that she was going to say her concerns bluntly, those words came out.
Kanji blushed and rubbed the back off his neck. He stammered, "Wh-why do you ask...eh, N-Naoto?"
"I'm conducting research." She answered curtly.
"What kind of research is that?" Kanji swiftly shook the question from his head. Naoto tilted her head in inquisitively.
"W-well, I-I have no idea...since I...I," He blushed furiously, "I wear briefs." Kanji hung his head in defeat. Never in his life was he suddenly so ashamed of wearing briefs instead of boxers.
"That's right...considering your Shadow wore a pair of fundoshi..."
"W-who da hell--I mean, w-who told you that?!" He balled his fists. It was most likely Hanamura-sempai, but he can't be sure. He'll have to question the man seriously later--perhaps against a wall with no means of escape.
"Hmm..." Naoto stared at the sky thoughtfully, "I was thinking of gaining more data on the culprit with this piece of information."
"S-sorry...but I do think it should f-feel...perhaps a bit br-breezy---w-with all that air. I mean! What I mean is that, ah! Dammit! Sorry!" Kanji's face contorted, distorted, and transformed from a blush to a frown to a snarl and then finally to an apologetic look as he stared at the ground, counting the noticeable bumps on the pavement.
"I see...thank you very much, Tatsumi-san. This information will be useful in the future. I'll discuss this with the others."
"Eh? Future? Discuss?!"
Before Kanji could voice his questions (or protests), the Detective Prince tilted her hat in thanks, swiftly pivoting on her heels and walked away.
Kanji's froze with his hand hung lifelessly in front of him. The wind blew by soundlessly.
Kanji mumbled and kicked the air. "D-dammit, I don't get this at all."
He sighed.
"Naoto sure is smart. I never knew there was a connection between the culprit and boxers..."
My first Kanji fanfic. My challenge to myself is to write a one-shot for each pairing. Hmm...well, I was reading Naoto's profile and at times I found out that she's a bit...innocent? Haha, naive...silly even. This was fun for me to write.
Fundoshi: It's old Japanese male underwear. I think I have it right...