kat8cha | (no subject)

“…what is that?” Tachibana had asked the first time Chitose had worn what would become his favorite shirt. In his second year though the shirt was too large, practically a dress on Chitose’s thin gangly frame.

“A birthday present from grandma.” Chitose said, adjusting the neckline so it didn’t slip off his shoulders again. The embroidery itched a little but all in all the shirt felt just awesome. It didn’t make him feel like ants were crawling under his skin, and it wasn’t too tight. “Cool right?”

“…you look like some sort of drugged out wizard wannabe.” Tachibana sighed, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and gathering the lose material into a knot. “Now you just look like a whore.”

Chitose winked and struck a sexy pose. “Oh c’mon, you’d totally tap this.”