Bento Bros
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Cap Revolution Bottleman DX.
Pairing: Established Cota x Ponta?
Summary:
Imagination can be a terrible tool. Are Coga Cota and Hayari Ponta a thing or aren't they?
Chapter 1: He's Your Sugar Daddy
"What are you talking about, Mitsuya? Ponta's my bro."
"I'm your bro. Making lunches for you isn't a bro move. If it were, I'd be making you lunches! But what you've got going on with him, he's more like your sugar daddy!"
"So Ponta's older! So what? It's a normal friendship between upper and underclassmen!"
"He makes all your lunches, Cota."
"So what? I'm a hungry dude!"
"You're too naïve! What if he tries something?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno! Use your imagination, Cota!"
A thought cloud ballooned off Cota's head. Cota stroked his chin. He imagined Ponta standing a cat on its hind legs, hurr hurring like a dope, and laughed.
"Dude, wut? What did you imagine just now?" Mitsuya wiggled all ten fingers with a gaping mouth.
"I dunno! Something Ponta would do? What were you imagining?"
A new thought cloud ballooned off Mitsuya, this one dark purple. In it, a fanged Ponta with jack-o'-lantern grin and black censorship bar over his eyes was chasing Cota down a spooky mountain road, trying to have Cota for lunch!
"Dude." Cota's mouth shrank into a triangle. "What the fizz, bro."
"It could happen!"
"It did happen. We had lunch together, but not like that!"
Cota's thought cloud again. In it, Cota and Ponta were picnicking, and the only contact Mitsuya could point to if he pushed it was Ponta using his thumb to clean a fleck of rice next to Cota's lip.
"He's totally your sugar daddy," Mitsuya said anyway.
"You're reachin'. It's Ponta."
"Cota-kun, I have your lunch!" It really was Ponta, shaking the bento box he made for Cota.
"Sweet! Thanks, Ponta!"
Mitsuya narrowed his eyes at Ponta.
"Mitsuya-kun?"
"What do you imagine when you look at Cota?" Mitsuya didn't let up.
"At Cota-kun?"
Ponta's thought cloud. Yellow backdrop.
Cota was busy taking a double-handed bite out of his giant rice ball, not sharing a peek.
Cota, Cota, Cota! Cota from every angle! Cota's every expression!
It's worse than I imagined… Mitsuya shuddered.
Cota made confused face #6 from Ponta's thought cloud.
The boy was not self-sufficient. He depended on Ponta to bring him lunch.
The boy was airheaded. He wasn't informed he could enter the Bottle Royal solo.
"Sorry, Cota, I stand by what I said. He and you are too carefree! You can't even tell you're in a relationship with him!"