I love Tsubasa a lot, she's so much fun.

Do You Swing My Way?

"Do you dress like that because you like girls?"

Tsubasa blinked and leaned over to look at the magazine Aoi was holding. It was one of those trashy, vapid ones, with bubbly, brightly coloured covers to distract from the fact that there was absolutely nothing of value on the inside. Except the fashion and make-up tips, Aoi informed her. Those were pretty good apparently.

She scanned the page he was on. The title words Top 10 Signs Your Friend Might Be a Into Girls! were printed at the top in scandalously cursive script, and there was a picture of a girl watching another girl from afar. "Is that what it says?" The words, dresses like a tomboy was number 4. She scoffed. "That's pretty dumb. I dress like this because it's comfortable, and boys can't look up my skirt while I'm climbing up the stairs."

Aoi's brows furrowed with curiousity. "So you don't like girls then?" The question had been on his mind since he'd met Tsubasa as Aoi-chan, and considering Tsubasa's near-masculine dress-sense, he thought it'd make sense. He'd actually researched it a little, and found an almost 50/50 split in opinion, and so the best thing to do would be to just ask the female in question.

"Nah, I do," Tsubasa replied with a shrug. Aoi choked on air, clearly not expecting that incredibly blunt response to what should have been a fairly sensitive question. "Girls are pretty and they always smell nice. A lot of boys dress like they played Russian roulette with the clothes on the floor of their bedroom."

"No, please, tell us what you really think," he recovered and sat back up. He was slightly shaken, but also more interested than anything else.

Tsubasa laughed. "You dress really nicely though," she complimented. "It's good when people actually make an effort not to look like slobs, you know? I mean it's true you shouldn't judge people based on their appearances, but I can appreciate some effort. You always look great."

Aoi felt himself flush at the admiring comments, so he quickly averted his eyes back to the magazine, but his mind was no longer on the words – they were essentially useless since Tsubasa had been so forthcoming. The longer he stared at the printed letters the more they seemed to swirl and blur until he was forced to flip to a new page in an effort to get himself under control.

Neither of them said anything for a while, and then Tsubasa spoke quietly, "are you freaked out by that?"

"What?" His mind was still rattled, so it took him an extra second to catch her meaning. "That you like girls? No…no it doesn't freak me out." Tsubasa hummed softly, and Aoi unconsciously leaned closer to her. "Why did you think it would."

"It bothers a lot of people, Aoi-chan. People get rude judgemental over things like that."

He scoffed and stuck up his nose. "I'm a boy who likes to design female clothes and wear them. I know what it's like when people get rude and judgemental. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge you, wouldn't it? People are always going to hate you for one reason or another anyway." Aoi wasn't sure where that little nugget of wisdom had come from, but Tsubasa grinned at him.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much!"

He looked away again, and sniffed. "Yeah, yeah. Don't think I'll ever stop nagging you about your wardrobe choices."

"I'd be worried if you did," she smiled and turned her attention back to her lap; she had been fiddling carefully with something. "Aoi-chan, come here."

"What?" He asked, already shifting closer and peering into her hands. "I swear if you've picked up another insect I will kick you-!" The boy blinked as she brushed away a few strands of her from the side of his face, and slipped something into his hair to keep them back. "What did you put in my hair?" He reached up to feel for it, and ended up pulling it out.

"It's a hairclip." It was a cute red and yellow hairclip, to which a pink heart had been attached. "I saw it in a shop and I thought it'd look cute on you," Tsubasa replied. "You'll wear it, won't you?"

Aoi fingered the clip. It was a childish design, and likely not something he would have picked out for himself on first glance, but it was definitely in line with his tastes. He looked up at Tsubasa's warm expression, and he sighed loudly. "Fine," he swept a few strands of hair back and pinned them in place. "How does it look?"

In response, Tsubasa threw her arms around the much shorter boy, causing him to squawk loudly. Several heads turned in their direction curiously. "It looks perfect!"

"Get off me woman!" Aoi flailed, wholly unused to such ardent forms of physical affection, and then he found his face very close to Tsubasa's. The tips of their noses were mere centimetres apart, and this close her eyes were stupidly deep and brown; her lips were pink and stretched in a pleased smile. Aoi's cheeks grew pink when he realised he was staring at her lips. Why did he always seem to be blushing around her?

Her lips pursed. "Aoi-chan?"

"W-What?" He grimaced at the stutter. What was he doing? He was the Aoi-chan, one of the most popular internet fashion idols in Japan! He was cute as hell, and if anyone should be stuttering at this moment it should be this tomboy!

Still, he'd noticed that Tsubasa seemed quite confident and comfortable in and with herself. It would have been annoying if it wasn't kind of attractive. Wait, what? "A-o-i-chan," Tsubasa sang his name, having not moved an inch, with the exception of her hands which were now cupping his cheeks and holding his face in place. "You know what I've noticed?"

"That you're massively annoying?"

She laughed. She hadn't tied her hair back today so it fell forward over her face. "No. I've noticed that you don't call me by my name."

Aoi opened his mouth to refute that, and then realised that huh, she was right. Actually, he didn't think he'd called her much of anything during their time together. His eyes narrowed slightly. "That's not that big of a deal Tsubasa-kun." The suffix slipped out, but Aoi was too proud to take it back, and besides the girl had never seemed put out by it. In fact, at that moment she looked positively ecstatic. He eyed her warily. "Why are you smiling like that, you weirdo?"

"Oh, no reason~" she smiled and rubbed their noses together before he could react. "I think I like hearing you say my name."

Once again, Aoi felt his face grow red, and he slapped repeatedly at her hands while she held them up defensively and laughed. Giggling between apologies, Tsubasa wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a gentler hug than the previous one. She was ridiculous, he thought to himself, his face pressed into the curve of her neck. Utterly and completely ridiculous, and he wondered what that said about him that he was actually beginning to like her.