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It’s just an experiment at first; something to make him squirm. Well, honestly, Hiromi doesn’t think it’ll even do that much. A glasses’ fetish is serious business, but he doesn’t think it’ll extend that far. No, if anything, he’ll probably just give him a blank look, and a deadpan tone, and say something about how he shouldn’t sully something so sacred, how would he feel if he parodied the little sister image?
Hiromi pauses here and rubs lightly at the tip of his nose. Well…
If it was Akkey, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
He can imagine the other in a little checkered skirt easily enough; some hair clips and a blue or green cardigan would probably look best on him. Well, he could go for the sporty hair-band look, if he wanted to. “Hiromi-niichan, please don’t put your hands there when it’s not even cold.” It’s not like he’s put a lot of thought into this, thank you very much.
But he has put some thought into the best frames for this particular experiment. Akkey seems to be a fan of the thicker rims and bold colors, but green would only drown out his eyes, he decides, and red would seem too desperate. He’s not trying to copy Kuriyama-san or anything. His hand drifts lazily over the various models lined up neatly on the shelf, fingers tracing the curves of one frame before moving on leisurely to the next. He hums, absently, until he comes to one pair that makes him stop, and blink, fingernail tapping once against plastic. Hm…
It’s a little out-there. The pattern is subtle until you notice it, and then color stands out vividly against black. Hiromi steps back for a moment and checks to make sure he’s in the men’s section, but there’s no mistake.
His eyes drift back to the glasses on the shelf.
… Well, it’s not like he’s trying to be subtle.
…
A crucial part of the experiment depends on catching him off-guard.
So Hiromi is just sitting casually in his normal seat when Akkey walks into the clubroom, legs crossed, cheek propped up on one hand as he leafs through a booklet with the other. He doesn’t look up, but smiles slightly as the other sits down; Akkey, he’s noticed, always sits in one of two seats, and today it’s the one catty-corner to his, closer and more accessible than the other across the table. It’s not that big of a deal, but Hiromi likes it, because when he sits here, Akkey’s knee sometimes brushes against his own.
The blonde leans over the table with a sigh. “Aah, Ninomiya-sensei kept us right until the bell again.”
Smalltalk has become natural between them, Hiromi notes.
“I swear, she… Huh? Mitsuki’s not here yet?”
He lets the other look around confusedly for a moment before green eyes flicker up and he nods. “She said she forgot something in gym class, so she went back to get it,” he says, and tosses the magazine casually onto the table. Well, they’re alone now. He’d toyed with the idea of trying it in front of the others, but he’s not that sadistic, on the off-chance it’ll actually work. Akkey’s knee bumps his again when he turns to look back at the door, and Hiromi exhales, decides that now is as good a time as any.
While the other is turned away, he reaches into his breast pocket and pulls the pair out with a snap.
“Ne. Akkey.”
“Hm?” The half-breed turns back to him, and it’s obvious from the look on his face that he wasn’t suspecting anything. He’s already dismissed Mitsuki’s absence as a fluke, and Kuriyama is always late, anyway, so really, he has no reason to be on-guard or brace himself for the attack that comes next.
When his gaze lands on Hiromi, he freezes; eyes widen, lips part slightly in an expression of surprise. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything; for a second, he just seems to be in shock, and Hiromi smirks a little, tilts his head to the side. Well, he’d expected that much of a reaction. So far, it’s all gone according to plan, so all that’s left is to observe. Hiromi laces his fingers together and rests his chin on top of them, blinking.
… It’s pretty much already over now.
When the second stretches too long and Akkey still doesn’t react, he arches one dark eyebrow and chuckles a little. “What’s with that face?”
All that’s left is to wait for that inevitable scolding.
“How dare you take the art of wearing glasses so lightly, Onii-chan—“
His question seems to pull the other out of his shock, and finally, Akkey blinks, eyes flickering away for a second, and then back again. He’s shifted further away, Hiromi notices; in fact, he almost seems like he’s about to stumble back, out of his chair. The knuckles of his left hand are white against the desk, and this makes the raven’s smile twist a little, eyes flashing down to them for a second before he looks at the other’s face again.
Ah.
And then it’s Hiromi’s turn to blink a little, though his surprise is more subtle, disguised expertly so that his expression is just blank. He stares at Akkey as his composure falters, one hand coming up to cover his mouth for some reason that Hiromi can’t really fathom.
Is he… blushing?
“W-Where did you get those?”
Stuttering, even?
… That part might’ve been in your head, Onii-chan.
He purses his lips a little in a look of amusement. “A glasses’ store, obviously,” he answers, and then leans closer, lips stretching a bit further. “Why? Do they not look good on me, Akkey?”
Something—whether it’s the glasses, or the nickname he should already be used to, or just the way Hiromi is leaning even closer against the table—makes Akkey turn his face away, lips pressed against his wrist. Hiromi can practically hear him swallow, and it gives him the urge to find the other’s leg under the table and rub it, deliberately, with his own. Just to give him an idea of what it feels like when he does it, unintentionally, almost every day.
But he restrains himself, expertly; he’s tortured the other enough for one lunch period.
“I didn’t say that,” Akkey mutters, and finally ventures him another glance. “It’s just…”
ust what, Akkey?
Up until this point, everything had been according to his hypothesis, but here, Hiromi’s not so sure what he wants the other to say, already a bit thrown-off by his reaction, something beyond even his wildest dreams. The pink still tinting the other’s cheeks… The way he’s not quite willing to show his face right now… It’s unlike the other, in a soft and refreshing way… It’s…
The perfect innocence of a little sister…
You really have what it takes, Akkey.
Well, a kouhai isn’t too different from a little sibling, now is it? Hiromi has to try very hard not to laugh as he waits for the other to go on, burying the odd giddiness he suddenly feels under a solid, well-practiced poker face. Why didn’t he try this earlier, he wonders, vaguely. He feels the glasses slipping and pushes them up with one finger, thoughtlessly.
The action makes Akkey flinch, eyes widening again, and finally, he blurts it out with no restrain; “It’s just… If you’re willing to wear those, then please—”
Please.
He whips a hand out of his pocket, or some other place, Hiromi has no idea.
“—try these ones on, too!”
…
Within a week, there’s a new box hidden carefully in the back of Akkey’s closet, labeled simply as H.