Prompt: Fanfic

Author: Lotus

Summary: In which Kanda discovers fanfiction.

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Fanfic

Kanda walked to his favorite corner of the lounge at the Order. It was near the back, in front of a bay of windows. No one really went there since he'd claimed it all those years ago, so it was guaranteed to be empty.

And empty it was, but for the single sheet of paper lying on the coffee table. Kanda huffed as he stalked over to said table, bending down to pick up the paper. He scanned it briefly to see if he could figure out who it belonged to.

The fact that his name started the first sentence caught his eye and he moved around the table to sit and read the paper. His eyes widened as he read:

Kanda huffed as he tried and failed to the fifth time to tuck his hair up into his hat. He was half tempted to blame the stupid news-boy hat but knew it wasn't to blame. There was plenty of room for him to tuck his hair up inside the damn thing, he just couldn't figure out how.

There was a knock at the door before it opened to reveal Gojyo. He walked in as Kanda bent over to try piling his hair into the hat for the sixth time. "What are you doing?" Gojyo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kanda huffed again and straightened up, flipping his hair back behind him. "I'm trying to get my hair into this fucking hat," he griped. "Our next mission has us working undercover at a newspaper. We'll be in the printing room so we can't have long hair."

"And you didn't feel like cutting it," Gojyo said, nodding his understanding. Kanda shot him a glare before sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over, torso between his own knees. He flipped his hair to hang before him so it pooled on the floor before piling it into the hat. He tugged the thing onto his head and sat up, growling at the few loose pieces. Each time he tried to tuck them into the hat, more came free.

"Damn it," Kanda muttered, scowling at the cracked marble tiles of the floor.

"Let me try," Gojyo said, plucking the hat from Kanda's head and making his hair fall around him messily. Kanda brushed the black strands from his face, frowning up at Gojyo.

Gojyo crawled onto the bed, moving to kneel behind Kanda. He pulled Kanda's hair back into a ponytail, not securing it, before starting to twist it. He twisted it easily into a loose, flat bun before maneuvering the hat onto Kanda's head. He tugged it down and leaned around him to see what he looked like from the front.

"No fair," Kanda grumbled, turning his head away to hide the fact that he was indeed pouting. Gojyo chuckled quietly and placed a kiss on his temple.

"I'll do it every morning for the mission if you want," Gojyo teased.

Kanda stuck his tongue out at the older man only to find Gojyo's lips covering his. Gojyo pulled back with a smirk. "Don't tempt me, Yu. You look rather fetching in that hat." Kanda blushed.

Kanda stared blankly at the sheet of paper for a moment before forcefully putting it down. The edges were slightly crumpled from his tightening grip and he smoothed them mechanically.

'What the fuck did I just read?' Kanda thought. He was deathly pale with shock but it was giving way to a brilliant red blush. He tore his eyes from the incriminating piece of paper and looked out the window, taking note of the blood-red tinge of sunset bleeding across the sky. 'I wish it was true...'

'Wait, why did I just think that?!' Kanda shouted at himself mentally, eyes going wide and his hands clenching in his lap. Shaking his head, Kanda got up and stormed out of his corner. He had a certain yaoi fangirl to berate…

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