Shizuo accidentally practices some stimulating exercises on Kida. 'Accidentally.' ( Shizuo/Kida ) ( G )
Drabblish thing. Ish. You vaguely read it somewhere before, BUT DO IT AGAIN because…you are on the Internet.
The original prompt was "anyone/kida. unrequited love." Ahaha. ...No, wait. What happened.
STUCK IN A WALTZ IN THE MIDDLE OF IKEBUKURO
In that quarter of a minute, Shizuo had heard enough of that shrill, infinitely irritating voice coming towards him through the streets of Ikebukuro to last a lifetime—so when they passed each other by, and he seized the boy's shoulder and spun him violently around, he had meant to bloody that worthless piece of shit of a face, a fist already swung back and bulging.
Only to meet it, centimeters apart—the boy's visage angelically sculpted, his gaze widened and glistening golden, and his yielding lips parted into a small, sweet, and succulent 'o.'
And later on, when he had repeated his supposedly lifelong mantra for the hundredth time (something along the lines of "I am not apervertedman, I am not apervertedman, I am not a per…vert…"), he came upon the sudden realization that he still hadn't let go of Kida Masaomi's figure, stuck in a waltz in the midst of the crowds of Ikebukuro (and a gaggle of infuriating otaku taking pictures, Dotachin peering out apprehensively from his hiding place behind a tree).
Okay, are you still on the Internet? Good. Now go jog outside for fifteen minutes.
The original summary was going to be, Kida utilizes his 'love pimping' against a nice guy who advocates 'nonviolence' because said guy has a penchant to 'throw buses' at people's faces in order to demonstrate 'stability, except with more of that stab thing.' But you know how innocent the kid is. Surely.