Houston, We Have a Problem
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS series.
Pairing: Pre-slash Roa x Braun.
Summary:
Honya Braun crosses the final frontier.
"Welcome to Honya Book Centre. Can I help you find something?"
"Yeah, where do you keep the BL?"
It was Kirishima Roa. Had Braun been wearing his space helmet, he'd be polishing the polycarbonate glass, thinking it was smudged. One, because Kirishima Roa didn't seem like much of a reader to begin with; and two, because of the category of book he was asking for.
"Roa-san?"
"Oh-ho? Braun-chan, you work here?"
"The bookstore's my family's. I just help out on weekends."
"Hehhh? So the astronaut has a side hustle, does he?"
"I guess you could call it that. I mean, the Space Operations Duel Squadron is just a club I lead. I'm not a real astronaut yet. But I hope to be someday!"
"Years of training ahead of you, then. Reach for the stars, Braun-chan! Space is the limit!"
"Aha ahahaha. Thank you, Roa-san. Now…You were asking where we kept the BL. It's this way." Braun showed him where.
"Don't get requests like this often, huh?" Roa walked and talked.
"No, we get requests like that a lot, actually! Usually, they're from girls though. Oh, here we are!"
Roa thanked Braun with a silent point of his pointer finger and scanned the titles.
"Roa-san, I'm sorry for snooping, but are you –?"
"Gay? Tsk tsk, Braun-chan, don't you know it's impolite to ask that of a star? Especially when he has a legion of followers who'll dig into you online?"
"S-sorry. It's just on stage, you only ever address the princesses in your audience. And now you're at my family's bookstore, looking for BL."
"You watch our concerts, Braun-chan?"
"I do! RoaRomin is amazing! But Roa-san in particular is –"
"Braun-chan, is this a sales tactic or are you after a date?"
"Um, I…"
"Which book do you recommend?"
"Er, this just came in! It's a page-turner!" Braun held it up in both hands.
"Hrmm! If Braun-chan recommends it, it must be good!" Roa winked and Braun's freckled face became the planet Mars.
Yep, Braun definitely wished he had his space helmet on!
He felt like flying away.
"When's your shift end? I'll circle around and we can, I dunno, do something space-related?"
Boosters! BOOSTERS!
Boys: The final frontier.
