Title: Boys like Girls
Genre: Romance / Angst
Rating: 484
Pairing: one-sided Keigo x Ichigo
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: Homophobia is the worst disease, you can't love who you want in times like these.
Word Count: 484
Warnings: Unclear timeline, since I've only seen Bleach up through the Aizen Arc and that was a literal decade ago.
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Summary is a Chumbawumba song lyric, of all things.
A/N: Keigo is such a crackhead, but my original goal of a humor drabble was quickly overwrought with angst, so I don't know how well he's portrayed here.
Homophobia (n): dislike of or prejudice against homosexual people
It started slow. So slow that if you asked Keigo to look back on his adolescence and pinpoint the moment he knew, he would not be able to tell you. There were a lot of things in life that had defining moment like that. Things that just seemed like facts, things that seemed like you had never been told them, had always known them to be true.
Boys like girls.
He knew that. He had always known that. He liked the way Inoue filled out the blouse of her uniform. He liked how long and smooth Tatsuki's legs were. Their hair, their pouting lips and sloe eyes, their tiny waists and flared hips. He loved them.
Other boys liked them, too. They talked about girls in the locker room and on the bus and on their walks home. About who they'd like to see naked and what someone's chapstick would taste like. About who was easy and who was a tease. About how far they'd gone with their girlfriends or their sister's friends. Or who had downloaded the best porn that they could pass around and then talk about some more. It was noticeable how often they talked about girls.
But it was just as noticeable what they didn't talk about.
For all that they were in locker rooms with each other, they never talked about themselves. They never wanted advice on if such and such a girl would find them attractive, or asked to see what the guys thought about their new haircut or if they thought a shirt was flattering on their shoulders. It was as guys bodies were a taboo and off limits subject.
And Keigo… sometimes Keigo thought… no, he knew… that he was the only one who thought that way. Because if any of his other friends thought the way he did, how would they ever keep it quiet?
How could they not voice their appreciation of how wide Ichigo's shoulders were? How could they not notice the flat stomach and narrow waist? The long, long legs and the arrogant way he walked and tilted his chin up? How could they not melt over that almost permanent frown melting away into bellyaching laughter in rare moments?
How could they not see how much Keigo was pretending when he spoke about noticing anything else?