Hey everyone! So this is a collection of BlackStar X Kid drabbles. This will be following along the same set of prompts (in the same order) as two other drabble collections (Unbroken - Jean/Marco; AOT/SNK & Unbowed - Jet/Zuko; ATLA) so check those two out if you're interested. My goal is to update this every three days, but I make no promises. A full explanation of what I plan on doing with these collections can be found at the bottom of my profile.

As always, other info on what I'm currently working on can be found in my profile as well!

The title of the collection is taken from Game of Thrones. "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken" are the house words of House Martell.

I went with an M rating overall because nearly everything I publish is like that, but I'll be putting chapter-specific ratings and warnings just to make sure people know. Also, none of these (unless explicitly stated) are intended to be set in relation to each other, but if you see a connection or like to think of them that way, then please do. Just know that I don't promise to keep them all together in a way that makes sense, because for me, they're typically not going to be connected.

Feel free to comment with new prompt ideas or critiques of any kind. :)

Chapter Rating: T
Chapter Warning: Nothing too bad. Some guilty thoughts, a bit of mild language I think.
World: I was thinking at the end of the manga, personally, but there's nothing specific in here that solidifies that. Side note: when they mention 'Soul's concert' it's his piano concert.
Word Count: 785

And without further ado...

One: Clothes Swap

"Hey Kiddo?"

Kid rolled his eyes. Black Star hadn't even really said anything yet but Kid knew that whatever it was he needed, it was stupid.

"Yes?" he called back, his skepticism evident in his voice.

There was a moment of silence where Kid simply stared boredly into the mirror, waiting, asking his reflection, Why me?

"Can I borrow one of your suits?"

Yep. Stupid.

Kid sighed heavily, walking with measured steps over to the open door to the walk-in closet to see Black Star standing bare-chested and with his jeans rolled up to his knees. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was appraising Kid's rows of hanging suits.

"Why?" Kid asked plainly, without preamble.

"Well, when Maka told me we were going to Soul's concert, I didn't think it was a dress-up - " he said the words like a disease " - thing but she just texted me and ripped me a new one when I said I had on jeans," Black Star explained with a roll of his eyes as he turned toward Kid. One look at Kid's uncaring expression and he huffed frustratedly. "Pleeeeeeease!" he whined. "We don't have time to go back to my place and yours are nicer anyway."

Only after a long pause filled with Black Star whispering "please" over and over again did Kid finally relent. "Christ, fine." He quickly pulled a very specific suit off the wall while Black Star "yahoo'd" loudly (and obnoxiously) in the background. "Wear this," he said, thrusting the hanger into Black Star's waiting hands.

Black Star eagerly nodded and Kid left him to change, despite Black Star's proclamations that he wasn't shy.

Kid went back to the mirror, tidying his already neat hair and flattening lapels that didn't need flattening. He glanced anxiously at the clock on the wall. They needed to go soon or the girls would kick their asses for being late. Kid shuddered at the thought of Liz getting ahold of him, or worse...a Maka Chop.

Finally Black Star came out and he nudged Kid away from the mirror to check his appearance.

Kid stepped back to look at Black Star and...boy, did he look good. Kid couldn't look away. His suit didn't exactly fit Black Star but he was sure the bushin looked much better in it than he himself ever could.

The navy blue fabric of the jacket as tight across Black Star's broad shoulders, making the strength and power held there very apparent. The matching navy pants were only a little short, which Black Star remedied by settling them low on his hips. The tightness there too made Black Star's ass look great.

Black Star's voice dragged Kid out of his staring contest with his butt. "The sleeves were a little short so I had to roll 'em up, sorry Kiddo," he said over his shoulder as he began running his hands through his wild hair. Kid hadn't even noticed before but now his eyes were glued to Black Star's exposed forearms where he could see the veins running along there. At his elbows, Kid could see the powder blue of his shirt sleeves, folded over the bunched up sleeves of the suit jacket. I don't remember giving him that shirt… That little…

When Black Star turned to look at the back of himself, Kid caught sight of his front and was surprised to find that he was actually wearing his shirt tucked in. His tie was loose and the first button of his shirt left undone, baring a small patch of tanned skin at his throat. He'd flattened out his spiky hair and reworked it into a much tamer fashion. It was no longer stuck up in a ridiculous porcupine mess. He had mostly smoothed it out and swept it to one side, turning it into a gently-tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed-but-still-sexy-and-classy look to it that Kid wanted to hate because it was stupid how easily it happened, but he couldn't because it was just right.

And whoever was the person who originally took note of how seeing someone else in your clothes could affect you… Well, they were right. Kid would have sworn the room got a thousand degrees hotter when Black Star turned to give him that Hollywood smile of his.

Kid didn't even notice Black Star had stolen a pair of navy blue socks and a pair of dress shoes from him as well until he was done sliding them on and clapping Kid on the shoulder. "Hey buddy, try not to pop a boner while you're staring at me all night, alright?"

And then Black Star was brushing past him toward the door, taking his keys from the hook as he went. Kid was left to splutter and follow after him, trying to will the blush off of his face.