Leg Beauty
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Pretty Boy Detective Club.
Pairings: Established Manabu x Hyota. Referenced (canon) Nagahiro x Kodaki.
Summary:
Beauty is obsession.
Sotoin Manabu: President of the self-recognized Pretty Boy Detective Club. As his moniker Manabu the Aesthete symbolized, he was a lover of beauty. He loved a great many beautiful things – himself, objects, people, and dreams. But there was nothing more beautiful to him than loving only part of something beautiful. To concentrate all one's beautiful soul on the pivot point in a beautiful something, where pure aesthetic ideals shone through like a mistaken yet life-guiding star in broad daylight.
The track star of Yubiwa was an archangel amongst angels. Hyota the Adonis' long, lustrous legs and splendid white thighs created heart-tapping displays, their originator totally unabashed stretching their smooth lengths.
To the youngest of them, these adventurous performances were occasions for awe and reflection.
Rest assured, Ashikaga Hyota's legs were viewed and appreciated for more than their physical perfection.
"Dojima Mayumi-kun. I'm curious what your new dream will be! Aren't you, lads?"
Hyota communicated "Aye!" with his shoe. The blond had to show off how pretty his legs were. How much prettier they were than regular legs and the rest of him, though Dojima-chan thought his face was pretty too.
The boys were narcissists. Just not centered singularly on the face.
As Mayumi saw simply, Sotoin-kun was centered at present on Mr. Bare-Legs' legs.
"Leader, in the first place, we boys of the Pretty Boy Detective Club already have a member on the team who's a lolicon. Yupyup! You pinch these beautiful legs of mine too frequently, falsehoods might be formed about me! Is that a ruin you're prepared for? Destroying a burden as proud as my standing isn't pretty, right?"
"Pardon me. I am not a lolicon," this person – Sakiguchi Nagahiro, the Orator with a controversial girlfriend – spoke eloquently whilst drinking the tea Fukuroi Michiru fixed for the group. "Kodaki-san is my fiancé. Arranged by my parents without my knowledge."
…If you trusted his oft-recited story, which very few did.
Hyota's critique wasn't an honest hurdle. One grade, nobody'd bat a pretty eyelash. Seven grades? That's when gossip helicoptered up.
"I see. A ruin, Hyota? Ahaha! What a lark! But prominence enticed close to ruin is beautiful, isn't it, gentlemen?"
They concurred toward Leader's judgment, Mayumi the slowest because she hadn't practiced agreeing in sync.
"Then, let's all gather here early tomorrow morning."
If he didn't keep his hands from coddling Hyota's calves in the kidnapper's car, you better believe that with the spacious epicurean furnishings, the Aesthete wouldn't hold back on the Adonis in the art room.