Kaito is Kaito, Aoko is angry, and Kazuki doesn't know where to put his eyes.
Kazuki dropped his bag on the desk and sighed, collapsing into his seat. The weekend had been . . . rough. Yeah, rough worked.
It wasn't that he minded Kaito knowing who (or what) he was; it had just been an incredibly awkward conversation. He hadn't expected the thief to take it so well, wouldn't have been surprised, in fact, if Kaito had seen it as a betrayal. Kazuki smiled. He was glad it hadn't come to that. Everything was out in the open now, and it was a pleasant feeling.
". . . not my fault you're such a tomboy!"
"You- you- Bakaito!"
Kazuki shook his head. Now, if only those two would put certain things in the open, class would be much more peaceful.
Maybe.
The Archetype glanced over in their direction, wondering what the story was this time - and promptly got an eyeful as Kaito reached out and flipped Aoko's skirt sky-high.
Kazuki made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and hurriedly looked away, knowing his face was probably as red as Kid's tie. Why on earth had Kaito done that? Did he want Aoko to kill him? Judging by the noise, he had already drawn her wrath. The Archetype risked a glance. Yep, definitely wrath and vengeance. With a mop. Interesting. The rest of the class seemed to be taking it in stride, so perhaps a common occurrence?
Kazuki groaned and crossed his arms on the desk before burying his burning face in them.
Eventually, the noise tapered off and both participants took their respective seats. Kazuki didn't move until someone's finger poked him in the shoulder. He then glared at the offending finger until Kaito withdrew it.
"Jeez, what's the matter with you?" the thief asked with a frown.
"Was that really necessary?" Kazuki said flatly.
"What, poking you?"
"No! What you- flipping her skirt! Why would you do that?"
Kaito shrugged. "Relax, Kazuki! I'm just teasing her."
"It's rude! More than that, it's embarrassing!"
Kaito looked at the traces of red still gracing his cheeks and snickered. "For her or for you?"
Kazuki growled. "Both. Of. Us. You pervert."
"Hey! I'm not a pervert!"
"Kuroba! Kirigaya! Class is starting!"
Kaito huffed and turned toward the front. Kazuki glared at his back for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the teacher. Some things, he would never understand.
Once class ended, the Archetype stopped Aoko in the hall and quietly suggested she buy a pair of shorts to wear beneath her skirt.
Not my favorite, but for the sake of posting something, here it is.