Chapter Text
Pink.
The hand that was just grabbing the handle to the bathroom door was now slapped across Keigo’s mouth, trying to keep the yell of amusement from coming out. He failed, and because of the noise, Touya whipped his head around and glared at him with his burning blue eyes. The glare would have been more effective if it wasn’t directed at Keigo, who had seen his best friend in the most humiliating of situations (like that time he cried in the middle of a mall when he found out that My Chemical Romance was, in fact, no longer together).
The glare, however, just added to the ridiculousness of the situation. Touya was not wearing a shirt (detail that Keigo did not miss), and his gloved hands were covered in what seemed to be the deepest, darkest black hair dye to ever exist. But none of this was the center of Keigo’s attention, no. What his golden eyes just didn’t seem to be able to stop staring at was the bubblegum pink hair coming out of Touya’s scalp, until about an inch out, where it abruptly turned into his usual black color.
Keigo’s mouth opened to let out the many many questions running around in his head, but what came out instead was the loudest, most obnoxious cackle he could muster. Touya fumed, literal smoke coming from his skin and, in the most menacing voice he was capable of threatened,
“Keep your fucking beak shut or I swear to god I’ll roast you to a crisp.” Again, this didn’t have the effect Touya wanted it to have, only making Keigo laugh harder.
With tears running down his cheeks, Keigo wheezed, his knees giving out underneath him, making him fall to the ground where he continued to laugh hysterically. Touya seemed unimpressed with this reaction, simply staring at him until he calmed down enough to speak normally again.
“You- I just-” he started, until it got interrupted by more laughter. “What- What are you doing there, Touya?” He wiped his eyes and let out a curse when he saw the black smudges. It was already too late, his usual sharp and defined eyeliner was a mess from tears and fingers, but the happy glint in his eyes was like looking at the sun.
“What the fuck.” The weird thoughts that assaulted his head almost made Touya forget the situation they were currently in. Almost.
He carefully took off his gloves and placed them in the sink, before turning back around to face the blond. He sighed dramatically and rubbed his face. Goddamnit, he knew he shouldn't have done this in their shared bathroom, but he had already waited a long ass time to touch up his roots, and hiding them was starting to be a pain in the ass. Touya cursed himself for not waiting a couple more days until he was back at his family’s house, alone, with his own bathroom, but he was well past that point.
“You can ask two questions before you get your ass out of this bathroom.” Touya crossed his arms over his chest and Keigo made the conscious effort to keep his eyes away from his toned muscles, the sentence barely registering in his brain.
“You have pink hair.” He managed to say after a couple of seconds.
“That’s not a fucking question, bird brain.”
“Well you didn’t deny it! Also, what the hell, Touya? Your hair is pink and you dye it black. And you keep it a secret, for some reason.” The smile on Keigo’s face did nothing to stop the words. “Actually no, I get why it’s a secret. Imagine if people knew that Shiketsu’s resident bad boy looks like cotton candy on a stick.” He laughed way too hard at his own joke.
Touya rolled his eyes. “I’m counting What the hell, Touya? as one of your questions so, think of a better one next, idiot.”
“Not fair but I’ll let it slide, sweetie.” Touya’s face did not feel hotter than before, he knew the nickname was just to mock him but, damn, this little… crush, or whatever, was getting kind of out of hand.
He really had to go and fall for the loud-ass, obnoxious, ridiculously good looking asshole that was his best friend, didn’t he?
“Let me help you. I want to help you dye it.”
“Man, you really suck at coming up with questions. Also, fuck no.” Touya turned to face the mirror and went to grab the gloves from the sink, but they were gone. His eyes caught movement on his left and a red blur dropped the dye-stained gloves right on Keigo’s hands, who then proceeded to put them on with a self-satisfied smirk.
Touya groaned. “Fine, jesus christ. Do whatever you want. But if I hear you told a single soul about this, you are as good as dead.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Keigo approached the sink and stood behind Touya. “Kneel down, I can’t reach your head.”
“I’m not gonna kneel down on a dirty-ass bathroom floor! Just get taller!”
“Just get taller? How do you think growing works, you moron?” Keigo snorted and Touya found it hard to think of it as gross, having instead words like adorable swim around in the puddle that was once his brain. Disgusting.
“Fine then. I’ll sit down, since your short-ass wants to stay a short-ass”
Touya sat on the lid of the toilet, facing the wall, and Keigo got to work. While he separated his hair in sections, Touya allowed himself to enjoy the homey feeling of letting someone you trust help you, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.
“Didn’t know you liked your hair to be played with. Turns out you are a softie after all, huh?”
“Shut up.” It didn’t have the bite Touya wished it had, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Don’t miss any spots or I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Hey, the fact that i have never done this before doesn’t mean I’m not great at it. Maybe I am a talented hairstylist and I just don’t know it.”
He wasn’t. Even with the gloves, his fingers were stained black, and he kept going over the same strands of hair, “Just for good measure.” At one point Touya felt something slimy slide down his back and it took all of his self control to not burst into flames right that instant.
“Keigo.” He didn’t get an answer, but the hands in his hair stopped their movements. “Takami.”
“It’s- It’s not- not that bad.” He was obviously holding back laughter while he tried to scoop up the dye. With his dye-filled hands. Touya felt it spread and cringed at the weird sensation, knowing that his entire back was gonna be painted black by the time this was over.
“Go to your happy place, Touya. Murder is illegal, Touya.” The little memos his brain was giving him were not very helpful, given that his happy place probably had something to do with the dumbass currently doing an abstract painting on his back, the same one he wanted to murder.
“Ok, ok. Turn around, I’m done with the back.”
Touya did as instructed and immediately regretted every life decision that had brought him to this moment. His face was perfectly aligned with Keigo’s chest, and sure, it wasn’t ripped, but he did have more muscle than Touya did and well, he was a simple, weak, hopellesly in love homosexual. It could not get worse than this.
He was wrong.
Keigo positioned himself in between his legs and started to mess with whatever hair didn't have any dye on it, applying and massaging methodically with his fingers, gloves long forgotten. Touya was silently crying, torn between staring at his best friend’s chest, or the way he bit his tongue in concentration seemingly without noticing. He went with both.
“Surely there’s no need for him to be this close, this has to be some sort of torture device.” Keigo’s bicep flexed as he lifted his arm to move some of his own hair away from his face with his shoulder, and Touya’s soul screamed a little. “Is this how I die? Gay panicked to death?”
“Ok, I think we’re all do-” Keigo snapped him out of his trance. When Touya looked up, the blond was staring at him, pupils blown wide, mouth agape.
“Did you fuck up that bad? Move out of the way, I wanna see the mess you made.” Keigo didn’t make a move to get out from between Touya’s legs.
“Oi, asshole, get out of th-”
“I’m gonna ask my second question now.” Touya frowned at that, mouth pursing in confusion.
“I mean, go right ahead, just don’t make it stup-” The last few words didn’t make it out, a strange pair of lips pressed against his own and keeping the words from leaving. Touya made a strangled noise and kissed back before the other had the chance to back away.
Keigo sat on his lap, legs straddling his hips, and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hands cupping Touya’s face and carefully staying away from his dyed-filled hair, while Touya’s thumbs rubbed circles on his waist. An eternity passed, or maybe it was just a couple of minutes.
“You really really suck at coming up with questions, birdie.” Touya said in between heavy breaths once they parted. He touched their foreheads together and softly said, “Not that I mind a whole lot.”
“You look so good with your hair styled back. I was right, I am a born hairstylist.”
Touya decided to shut him up with a kiss, because he could. Keigo inhaled deeply through his nose and wrapped his arms around the other boy’s neck, not caring about staining his arms, trying to fight his smile in order to not interrupt the kiss.
They stayed like that until Touya’s warm hands were done exploring every inch of Keigo’s back and waist. Until Keigo’s legs became strained after holding the honestly uncomfortable position for so long, and they had to move to the dirty ass bathroom floor (Touya didn’t seem to mind that much now). Until, after twenty minutes, the alarm they had set went off, and Touya had to get up and wash the dye off of his hair.
They both savoured what they had been wanting for so long. Neither of them could remember a time when their feelings weren’t a part of their everyday life, because being together came as naturally as breathing, and as easily as loving each other. Even if they hadn’t explicitly said so, or showed it more than platonically, until just now. Nothing had to change and, at the same time, everything did. They were still Touya and Keigo, but also so much more.
They were Touya and Keigo. Like they were always meant to be.