.Romantica.


Deformity

Misaki led Akihiko by the hand into the doctor's office. "Calm down already, you're not the one who is being examined. Sit here while I go sign in," Misaki bade to the older man, sitting him in a seat in the most crowded section of the room. He figured it would be safer there from… predatorily attacks.

After signing a paper taped to the receptionist's counter, Misaki retrieved a seat beside Usagi with a clipboard laden with questionnaires asking for information like his address, insurance, education, medical history-

"Sexual orientation?" Usagi mused, examining the little check Misaki had placing in the box labeled "straight" with indignant opposition.

"I put 'In a relationship.' Be grateful," Misaki hissed softly. "And don't read over people's shoulders!"

Usagi ignored him and watched him write. He cocked him head to the side a bit and raised an eyebrow. "You have a chest deformity?"

"I thought I told you not to read over people's shoulders."

"I think I would have noticed as much as I've see you n-"

Misaki covered his mouth quickly, silencing him. Misaki removed his hand and whispered tartly. "It's a small deformity called pidgin breast. It's not very noticeable." He resumed scribbling, rather roughly, on the paper once again.

"I want to see. Take your shirt off."

"W-Wha..! No!" Misaki noticed some other patients staring at them oddly. "Shh!"

Usagi continued in a lower voice, "I'll take mine off, too."

Misaki felt his face heat up. "I don't want to see your titties!"

"That's what you say now."

"Takahashi Misaki," called a nurse's assistant.

"Hai!" Misaki stood. "Stay here," he ordered Usagi before following a woman though a door on the other side of the room.

Usagi did as he was told but resolved that he would strip the boy when they got home.