Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.
Was this a new kind of game?
Or revenge for the, ah, attention he’d given his double’s neck earlier?
A new way for the thief to try to make him flustered?
…All of the above?
Kaito wasn’t sure and the dexterious way in which his other self’s fingers undid each button of his shirt was proving much too distracting, making his mind unable to do much more than give a silent choked sound and promptly shut down in confused embarrassment.
Cheeks flushing, it took the magician much longer than he was wiling to admit to snap out of the rather hypnotic trance his parallel self’s hands had put him in. He swallowed thickly, then reached out to, rather clumsily, press a hand against the thief’s own to hold them still.
…It was only a moment later that he realized that pressing the other’s hands against his own chest was a very bad idea.
“Y-you, ah…” Kaito cleared his throat, trying very hard to ignore the warmth held against his torso while still being too stubborn to let the thief’s hands go, lest he start trying to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “If you wanted me out of my clothes that badly, the least you could do was ask, robot-san.”
He stiffened involuntarily when his counterpart knelt down beside him, breath catching in his throat and his hold on his plushie tightening. A moment later, nauseating guilt and shame rolled in his gut. It wasn’t the thief’s fault. Not really. He was the one acting like a damn child, after all.
All his double had done was try to help, to cheer him up, and Kaito knew that, knew the other male would never do anything to hurt him in any way of the word and realizing how he’d reacted, the knowledge that Kid’s innocent actions had made him panic in a way he hadn’t done since the first couple of weeks after that event…
“It—”
Kaito shook his head, one hand wiping at his cheeks and eyes – not that it made much difference, he laughed bitterly to himself, since the tears just kept on coming anyway no matter what he did and wasn’t that just oh so mortifyingly pathetic.
“I-I’m fine, s— s-sorry, I d-didn’t mean to—” A shaky breath, another shake of his head, trembling hands returning to clutch at the Zorua plushie. He swallowed, fingers curling tightly into the soft fake fur of the plushie, and he forced himself to glance over at his double, only managing a small grin that was more of a twitch of his lips than anything else.
“It…it wasn’t your fault, I-I just— I didn’t expect it an-and I… Heh. Sorry. P-pretty pathetic, isn’t it? Just ‘cause of a kiss…”
He listened, keeping an eye on the other before crossing his legs to sit down, hands resting in his lap. So much he wanted to try and say and do, to try and help his other self, to get him through this… even if the magician tried placating him right back. There was one thing he wanted to point out to the other first, though.
”…I don’t think so. People have reacted the same to even less sometimes, after all.“
A bit of debate went through his mind on whether or not he should get closer. Really, this situation looked more difficult to him than most people he tried to cheer up. Because while he could distract his literal self, not as sure how to cheer his other self…
”…If I were to break down and cry right now, would you call me pathetic?“
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