ショ遊と夜あそび (Show You to Yo Asobi)
Author's Note: Inspired by a Hatanaka Tasuku segment on Say You to Yo Asobi. Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL series.
Pairings: Established Yuma x Shobee, established IV x Todoroki.
Summary:
Yuma and Todoroki chat boyfriends.
"IV didn't like the cheerleader getup?"
"Shobee-kun didn't bite when he found out about your thing with ropes?"
Yuma spat out his water. Only Shobee was supposed to know.
Man!
"Oh, he bit! Wanna confirm it for yourself?" Yuma bragged and stretched his collar jokingly.
"No, no, Yuma-kun! I believe you! If you don't mind me being curious, what is it about Shobee-kun, anyway? He can be abrasive, to put it mildly."
"Right back at ya! Why are you with IV? Sure, Shobee's verbally abusive, but IV's physically abusive! Did your arm ever heal back fully?"
"Fanservice!" Todoroki sighed dreamily.
"Fanservice? Class Rep, you're championing domestic abuse!"
"IV-san did that before I made my case! That's how he duelled everybody, and he hasn't laid a hand on me since!"
"Class Rep, I'm sorry." Yuma put a snickering hand on Todoroki's shoulder. "Is there someone I should call?"
Todoroki pushed Yuma's teasing face out of the way. "You got my meaning!"
"I do. And on Shobee: You don't think he's cute, how flushed he gets? I'm sorry if I can't understand the appeal of a guy into creepy dolls!" Yuma continued to laugh.
One of the subjects of their conversation poked his head up through the hole to the attic.
"Hi, Shobee!"
"What's in the bag?" Todoroki pointed.
"Stuff for a project!"
Now it was Todoroki's turn to tease.
"To summarize, it's for tying Yuma-kun up?"
"YUMA, you told him, damn you?" Shobee got cute flushed.
"I didn't!" Yuma denied culpability. "But if it gets you angry enough, we can pretend I did…"
Shobee muttered a string of further obscenities, tugging Yuma down the six steps of the ladder by his wrist. He had something tougher than string in the bag.
Todoroki waved good luck to Yuma, and Yuma rubbed his finger across his nose.
"Watch out for your sister!" his blue-haired friend rasped as to not tip her off.
