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"How dull," Hanma whimpered as he tossed and turned in his bed. He hated feeling that way, there just was not anything that annoyed him more than that.
For someone who was always looking for an adrenaline rush, boredom was torture.
"I'm bored too," Kisaki replied, withdrawn and brief — as usual — from across town.
It was the only element that was making Hanma's night tolerable. Kisaki had this eccentric effect on him. No matter where, when or what: Tetta will always make him feel like he is in a very colorful circus.
"You should have accepted when I asked you out earlier, y’know?"
"I didn't feel like going out, least of all with you."
The smoker wrinkled his nose, prolonging a muffled laugh as he pressed his cell phone closer to his ear.
"Why do you have to be so cruel?"
"If I really were cruel, we wouldn't be on a call at two in the morning," he retorted. There was a noticeable irritation in his voice, however, the younger one was definitely less grumpy than usual. "Hope my parents don't hear us, otherwise I'll be dead and so will you."
Of course. Shuji could not live without his clown.
"I think I'm starting to understand who he got his bad temper from…" Hanma thought, but chose not to say. Instead, a lightbulb suddenly came on over his thoughts. "I just had a brilliant idea, Kisaki!"
"What is it this time?"
"My mom isn't home. I'm going to go through her things," he revealed. The shorter delinquent could hear sounds through the call that represented Hanma moving around the rooms.
"And why the hell would you do that…?"
Not that Tetta needed to understand Hanma. His actions could not be understood or explained.
"She's a druggie who's rarely home," Hanma paused intelligibly, "I'll be happy if I can at least find something to have fun with."
"Don't you dare get high while you're talking to me, Hanma Shuji. I'll hang up."
Hanma opened one of his mother's wardrobe drawers. He found several crumpled clothes, lotions, dubious packages and something else quite interesting.
"Kisaki, you need to see this. Wait a second."
Tetta removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table. He was about to close his eyes when his partner muted his microphone.
"I'm starting to get sleepy."
"Hey, keep your pretty eyes open! I'm sending you a pic right now."
What was he up to?
After five minutes, Tetta got an answer. The device vibrated in his hands, notifying him of the arrival of a new message. He yawned, struggling to unravel what Hanma had prepared. He was able to hear his breathing on the other end of the phone line, waiting.
Kisaki unlocked the screen, finally checking the media file.
It was a person. Kisaki was still without his glasses, so he could not say for sure, but it was the only statement he could make at that moment. The body was long and pale: the image looked as if it had been captured in a mirror and all he could see was a torso. Eventually, the muscles the boy detected told him it was a man.
Except for one detail.
His face turned completely red — from anger and embarrassment.
"Hanma."
"Yea?"
Kisaki gasped.
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's me. Wearing my mom's bra, by the way." Shuji puffed out his chest as if Kisaki could watch him. "But don't get excited, I have no experience with sexting and..."
Hanma heard the familiar noise of the call being disconnected.
When he entered the chat to interrogate him about it, he found that he had been blocked.
"Damn." He smiled. "I need a new number."