Title: Sexy
Summary: Saitou Hajime: bringing sexy back since always.
Word Count: 565
A/N: …I'm sorry about the summary. I really couldn't resist, even as much as I dislike Justin Timberlake (for those that don't know how much: it's a lot.). Ah well.
"Sooooo…who is he?"
Tokio sends Sada an annoyed look.
"Who?" she asks, deciding to play dumb because it's safer.
"The guy," Sada says, rolling her eyes. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Tokio. I know you, remember?"
"Whatever," Tokio responds, even though she knows her sister has a point—no one knows her quite as well as Sada, which is a good and also bad thing.
Right now? Probably bad.
"Well?" Sada prods, and Tokio sighs.
"What makes you say there's a guy?" she asks irritably.
"Because I can tell," Sada replies easily while she admires a shop window. "I can tell lots of things, like that you've been thinking about him for a long time, and that you totally like him—"
"I do not he's infuriating," Tokio cut in indignantly, and Sada looked over at her and smirked and Tokio knew she'd been had. "I hate you."
"So who is he?"
Tokio sighs and decides to just give in—what's the point, really, when Sada already knows?
She knows she's surprised her sister when she tells her about Saitou—he's not really anything like any other man she's ever been attracted to—because she can see in Sada's face that she wasn't expecting anything like him.
"Huh," Sada says finally. "So you like him."
"Some of the time," Tokio says with emphasis, thinking of how frustrating dealing with him can be.
"All of the time," Sada corrects with a grin that widens when Tokio sends her a flat look. "Is he good-looking?"
Tokio considers the question, then considers the definition of good-looking, and then Sada's definition of it. Then:
"Not really."
Sada blinks. "Oh?"
"He's got…he's really tall, and lean—I guess he'd be lanky?—but he hasn't got a handsome face, exactly. It's full of shadows and hollows, and actually, he usually looks like he's annoyed or angry, but…"
Sada watches her expectantly, allowing silence to be her prompting.
"It…works for him?" Tokio concludes finally.
As soon as she says the words, she realizes they're true. Because Saitou isn't what you'd call gorgeous or handsome or good-looking. His face is made a little too severely for that. But somehow, that's okay.
"It works for him," Tokio repeats, all uncertainty gone from her voice.
"Hm," is all Sada has to add. She considers Tokio, then asks, "Is he sexy?"
Tokio blushes at the question, and Sada grins.
"So he is," she concludes happily. "I shall call him…Sexy."
"Sada!" Tokio yelps, appalled but also amused.
"What?" Sada asks, as if she didn't know. "Oh, I haven't actually met him yet, have I? I suppose it wouldn't be appropriate to call him Sexy like that. Okay: I shall call him…Sexy–san."
"You're deranged," Tokio says, shaking her head.
"And you're in love with the guy," Sada replies, shocking Tokio silent for a moment.
"No I'm not," she protests. "I mean, I like him, but I—"
"You love him," Sada says, looping her arm through Tokio's. "I know you best, Sis. Just promise me one thing."
"What?" she asks, foreboding creeping through her, and she feels justified when she sees the devious smirk appear on her sister's face.
"You tell me how good in bed he is when you finally sleep with him," Sada says. "And I will want details."
Sada's knowing her best?
Yeah, that was definitely a bad thing.