Heroes, We Must Be

-Jeans-

The presence over his shoulder appeared like a whisper in the night, leaving him no chance to react before a large, firm hand had landed upon his buttocks. "Nathan, can you not?" he groaned weakly.

A light squeeze, an impish smirk. "No can do, sweetheart – those jeans are practically illegal!"

Antonio brought his hand up, massaging his temples. "Whatever you say," he muttered, increasing his walking speed through the agency. As he trotted away from Nathan's airy laughs, however, Antonio's ears flushed bright red, remembering exactly who had bought him those jeans.

I'll kill Kotetsu for replacing my old ones with these.