Atobe Keigo can't help but sigh and roll his eyes as he watches Taki Haginosuke and Wakato Hiroshi, who is sitting over in one of the plush couches in the room. Who knows whatever reason the two had for coming over, other than to spy on his magnificent self being around his beloved boyfriend, who also happened to be Wakato's captain, Kajimoto Takahisa.

For some reason, the former Hyotei-regular is doing the slant-eyed vice captain's nails, painting them and donning them with 'charming little stones', as Taki had put it. Atobe had to admit – but only in a quiet murmur to his boyfriend – that it actually looked pretty good.

Had Wakato been a girl, that is.

Now, Atobe didn't take very hard on gender and the roles that came with them, but he did however know that things like that would look far better on Taki than it did on Wakato. It was that St. Rudolph whatever-his-name-was who was the one lacking any sort of fashion sense, not him. Never mind that they had similar tastes, as anyone who knew Atobe's thoughts would point out (except for maybe Kabaji, but that was another thing altogether).

Taki eyed the two two was sitting up in a big armchair that was equally plush and soft as the couch. Atobe understood why as he looked down at the youngest of the four. Takahisa was looking quite amused, like he wanted nothing more than to get involved (or rather, get Atobe involved) in the whole ordeal.

As they started dating, Atobe had learned that, to his surprise, Takahisa could be equally sly to that of his vice-captain's personality, if only a bit more hidden, so that few knew about it.

Sometimes he wondered if he wouldn't have been better off not knowing. Like when Takahisa asked Taki if he would do their nails too, particularly Atobe's. Which, Taki would be so glad to do. Of course. It seemed like all those who was, or had been, regulars at Hyotei, wanted nothing more than to embarrass him. No respect at all, no. Not in the slightest.

It wasn't without protests that Atobe was led to the couch, but one way or the other, he found himself opposite of Taki, bribed into it by none other than the younger captain. This couldn't end well, he thought, eying the many bottles of nail polish, be it black, bright orange, baby pink, blue or purple. With a wide grin on his lips, Taki got started.
"Oh, don't worry Atobe, you'll look stunning, I'm sure."