Author: M snowym
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oshitari x Gakuto
Warnings: slight swearing, bad cooking
Word Count: 328
Note: Written for joshua_glass, because she requested an Oshitari x Gakuto story with the line "I told you not to try that without supervision" in it. This is my first crack at writing this pairing, so beware of... STUFF-YOU-NEED-TO-BEWARE-OF! *nods definitely* Hope you like this SS, I should've written it sooner, but I was only struck with an idea for this pairing half an hour ago ^^;. *<3's on SS*
Gakuto Mukahi could do a lot of things.
He could ace just about any test laid before him (much to everyone’s, especially the teacher’s, bewilderment). Perhaps he wasn’t really talking all through classes, and was soaking in information. Strategically-placed mirrors seemed much more likely, though.
He could annoy certain people within an inch of their lives, and manage to evade their wrath. Evasion was getting less and less likely as time went on, especially when Shishido-san was Gakuto’s target. It was a wonder that he came out with no more than a few bruises, with the escalation of cattiness in their fights. Diva-hood knew no bounds.
He could keep his hair dyed that garish, obscene shade of burgundy, and manage to not look like a complete ass. Except when he actually did act like an ass, which definitely was not an unheard-of occurrence at Hyotei.
Hell, he could leap five-billion-fucking-feet into the air, turn upside down, wave to his mom, all before returning to the earth at an almost feather-like pace during a tennis match. Physics were not beyond Gakuto. Gakuto was beyond physics.
So why. couldn’t. he bake. muffins?
Oshitari almost regretted telling Gakuto that he liked muffins. Almost.
The shorter teen stood in their dorm’s kitchen, covered nearly head-to-toe in flour, batter, and other ingredients that really probably shouldn’t have gone into muffins. The other’s normally violently-colored hair was now practically white, but he thought it looked okay that color too.
“I told you not to try that without supervision.”
“Well, are you going to help me?”
Rather than answering, he instead opted to pull his literally mess-of-a-boyfriend towards himself to taste batter-flavored lips.
Oshitari could deal with all the things Gakuto could do, just as long as he kept not being able to do things like this for him.
“So I take it we’re going to heat things up another way?”
But then again, he could really be an ass sometimes.
By the way, if anyone still wants to request something, just do so HERE. I'm slowly (yet unsurely) getting these taken care of ^^.