Title: Objects of My Affections, 2

Word Count: 382

Summary: There's something about Saitou.

She wondered when this…er, fetish?...had begun.

Because in all the time since she'd discovered that boys did not, in fact, have cooties, she could not remember having this particular fixation until the day she'd seen one Saitou Hajime, cranky police officer extraordinaire, wearing them.

Or more accurately, she'd never really looked at other men in them before, except in a general cursory way…which promptly changed the day she saw him wearing them in the luncheonette.

He was yum in his uniform (another odd fixation that she hadn't become aware of until meeting him), and she enjoyed looking at him on those days he was wearing it. That, she supposed, came from the famed allure of a man in uniform.

But those jeans….

She never got tired of seeing him in jeans. He looked so incredibly good in them, which was ridiculous, really, because hundreds of other, much more handsome men wore the same thing and she didn't spare them more than a glance, if that.

He didn't really do anything different from any other man. Or maybe he did—she wasn't really sure, not having really paid much attention to men in jeans before meeting him. Either way, she knew for sure that whatever he did, it had her feeling giddy when she saw him in them, her heart flipping over in her chest and her stomach getting all fluttery and nervous and altogether feeling like she was in high school again, crushing on a completely unreachable (but totally hot) upperclassman.

She thought it might be that he seemed dangerous, even when he was leaning casually against the counter, teasing and embarrassing and smirking at her. He moved like a big cat, self-assured and able, and there was something very appealing about that. And jeans heightened that perception, maybe.

Or maybe it was something a lot simpler, a lot more physical, a lot more base and elemental.

Tokio eyed Saitou's backside surreptitiously through her lashes as she approached the counter; he had his back to the door, and was leaning against the counter, talking to Shiori. And since he had his back to the door…there was nothing to hide the lanky officer's…ahem…assets…from view.

…well…if he could admire her legs, she supposed it was only fair she got to admire something on him.