[team 2] Untitled

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An untitled and quite pointless drabble of random kyomohoku feels, lmao. 415 words and very, very G-rated.

That stupid wand. 

That stupid wand and the stupid robe. Taiga looked absolutely ridiculous wearing them on stage. Hokuto suffocated his desire to laugh with a fistful of popcorn from the bowl currently resting in Juri's lap. He didn’t remember who had given Taiga the final permission to wear those things on stage, but whoever it had been, had obviously been out of their mind.

The thing was, Hokuto <i>loved</i> it.

Being who he was, a famous son of famous parents, rich and privileged, there would have been every chance for Taiga to grow into an uptight snob who sneered at anything uncool or clownish. But he hadn't. Instead, he had turned out to be the biggest nerd of the group, the one who would integrate a wizard's robe into his stage outfit and gush about his favorite Pokemons for hours if anyone was kind enough to listen.

Hokuto didn't mind listening to him. 

He also didn't mind being squished between Taiga and Juri on Shintaro’s two-person sofa, with Kochi, Shintaro and Jesse lying on the two mattresses spread on the floor. 

“Like a real watching party,” had Shintaro proudly announced when leading the others to his living room a moment earlier. There were mattresses, pillows, and quilts, and about ten bowls of popcorn and chips.

“More like a pajama party,” Jesse had snorted. “My sister used to arrange these with her friends.”

“Where do you think I learned it from?” had Shintaro answered with a grin, a middle brother himself. “Teenage girls have the best movie nights.”

On Shintaro’s huge television screen the concert went on while everyone in the room threw out amused comments whenever something of interest happened. Taiga shifted on the sofa, pulling his feet up and sliding the toes of one foot under Hokuto’s thigh. This of course made Hokuto’s breath catch, which he tried to hide with another handful of popcorn.

“Hey, leave some for us, too,” Taiga demanded and reached across Hokuto to grab some popcorn for himself. His shoulder pressed against Hokuto’s, but Taiga didn’t seem to even notice. Warm and nonchalant, as always. Harder to grasp than a shiny Charizard. Or something like that.

“I’m not gonna eat it all,” Hokuto defended himself mildly.

“You better not,” Taiga murmured, his attention already back in the concert. He wriggled his toes, making Hokuto’s stomach twist with silly excitement. Hokuto sighed deeply, already resigned to a long evening of an even longer string of embarrassing moments.