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Sh-tuck!
Akira, thumbnail wedged under the soda tab, pops it open. Hands it to Ryuji.
"Thanks, man." Carbonation fizzles as he takes a sip.
Now that they're not all, Go, go, go! Let's catch that perv, Kamoshida! Akira's really able to stop and look at Ryuji. His hair, which he sometimes gets the urge to ruffle, looks dry and a little brassy.
"Hey, Ryuji?" A sip. "Your hair's not naturally blond, right?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's not." He shoots a testing look. "You… got a problem with that?" He's probably trying to come off as threatening, but with those big, brown eyes and little shaved brows, he just looks adorable.
Akira's cheeks heat up. "No. Actually, it suits you." He glances up at the blue, cloud-dappled sky just beyond the rooftop, and smiles. "I love how you don't care what other people think of you. I kind of envy that."
"W-whaaa-?" Ryuji scratches his head and chuckles, unsure. His cheeks dust pink. "Gosh, if you were a girl, I'd think you were flirting with me."
"Why would I have to be a girl to do that?"
"Oh, uh…" Ryuji fumbles.
"You know you can just date guys, right?"
"For real?!"