Ficlet Series (ES21)

It was a perfectly normal day, which Hiruma was currently spending running errands, when something in the window of a coffee shop caught his eye. The bubble he was blowing popped in his face, and his lips pulled into a frown as he realized that, yes, those two boys sitting at a table were exactly who he thought they were. He spit his gum onto the sidewalk and slammed the door open, making his way to the (too) small table.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, but Musashi only gave him a casual glance before shrugging.

"Getting a cup of coffee, what does it look like?"

Hiruma glared at Musashi's table companion, who had on an expression that was entirely too smug.

"With fucking sideburns? He's a freak."

"Look who's talking," Sasaki muttered, looking away as Hiruma turned to glare at him again.

"Look," Musashi said," we're just talking about football and stuff. We're both kickers, right? We've got a lot in common."

Hiruma didn't know who to attack first, Musashi or Sasaki. Fucking "talk"... what a bullshit excuse. That Sasaki asshole had been following Musashi around for God knows how long... this was obviously a date.

"Yes," Sasaki agreed, sliding forward on the table, "Gen and I have a lot to talk about. So if you don't mind?"

That did it. Hiruma pounced, claws and fangs out, and Sasaki only managed an undignified shriek as he was pushed to the floor. Musashi, in the meantime, was very much enjoying the site of two young, nubile boys tearing each other's clothes off, but as it was the other patrons were staring at the scene in barely concealed irritation. With a hesitant sigh he pulled Hiruma off the now unconscious Saski, and shuffled him out the door.

"Dumbass," he said, when Hiruma was still glaring at him, "you know I'd never be interested in a guy like him."

A guy other than you, Musashi wanted to say, but that would be too cheesy. Besides, it wouldn't help to tell Hiruma not to be jealous, because Hiruma would never admit that he was in the first place.

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