No one is at the counter when Iori walks into the coffee shop that day, but Kyo and Benimaru emerge from the back upon hearing the door chime. Benimaru nudges Kyo with his elbow as he sees Iori, and the brunette shoots him a look.
"Hey, Yagami," he says, "another latte with extra sugar?" Iori nods.
"Ham sandwich, too."
"Extra ham?"
"Yeah."
While Kyo is opening the cash register and counting out Iori's change, Benimaru turns to look at him.
"Yagami, how often do you dye your hair? I've never seen your roots showing."
"This is my natural hair color."
"Eh?" Both men stare at him with wide eyes.
"No way," Kyo hands him his change, "no fucking way that's your natural hair color."
"Kyo, language! We're at work!" Benimaru scolds him. Kyo rolls his eyes. "But, really– there's no way that's your natural hair color."
"It is," Iori starts becoming irritated. "Stop questioning me. I'm here for coffee, not twenty questions."
"Take your pants off."
"Excuse me?"
"Kyo! You can't just ask someone to–"
"Prove that it's your natural hair. Take your pants off." Kyo crosses his arms over his chest. His expression indicates that he's completely serious.
Iori growls and rolls up the sleeve of his shirt. He doesn't need to take his fucking pants off to prove–
"Oh wow, your arm is really smooth," Kyo says, reaching out to touch it. Benimaru nods, seemingly impressed. Iori jerks his arm back.
He had dehaired his entire body last night. Except his dick, because that was a lot of precise work that he didn't feel like doing at the time.
"I… I shaved last night…" he mumbles, looking away abashedly.
"Yeah? So you can't prove it's your actual hair color."
"I shaved everything except… my, uh…" Iori hates the way Kyo's smile widens. Why is he still talking? Iori mentally curses himself and his stupid mouth.
"So now you have to take your pants off to prove it."
"...what on earth am I witnessing?" Benimaru says, shaking his head. "Kyo, can you stop flirting with him? There's a line."
Upon hearing that, Kyo's face goes beet red. "Flirting?! I wasn't– I wasn't flirting with him! Why would I– Beni, why would you–" Kyo lets out a noise of frustration. "Just go back to the kitchen, asshole."
Benimaru grins and skips back to the kitchen.
"I'll have your drink out in a sec," Kyo mumbles. Iori's own face is equally red as he remembers what Benimaru had said to him a few days ago. He goes to his usual spot by the fireplace.
The evening progresses uneventfully. Iori notes that Kyo keeps sneaking glances at him and looking away when he's caught. Eventually, the brunette approaches him during his break, taking his usual spot across Iori.
"Um… can we talk for a sec?" Kyo fiddles with the edges of his apron. Iori looks up at him, expecting Kyo to talk. He's silent for a few minutes, looking away nervously.
"I'm sorry about whatever Benimaru said to you the other day. And for what he said earlier." Kyo finally looks up at him. "He's stupid."
"It–it's fine," Iori mumbles, balling his hands up, "I don't really care. I purged the interaction from my mind after an hour anyway."
Kyo chuckles, giving Iori a fond look that makes the redhead want to jump into the fire next to them.
They spend the remainder of Kyo's break in silence, with Kyo scrolling through his phone while Iori reads a book. Though, Iori finds it difficult to focus, because he needs to know…
Is Kyo flirting with him?