LeoPika short stories and one shots!

Sweaters

{college au sort of? Leorio and Kurapika are roommates idk}

"Leorio!" Kurapika called from the bathroom.

"Toilet paper?" Leorio called from his room.

"No- I spilled toothpaste on my shirt, can I borrow one of yours real quick?"

Leorio grabbed one of his university hoodies, and tossed it toward the bathroom. Kurapika opened the door a sliver and retrieved it off the floor.

"Thank you!"

After a couple of seconds, Kurapika exited the bathroom wearing Leorio's hoodie, his soiled shirt folded over his arm. He went straight to his room and shut the door.

Sliding down against the door, Kurapika held the sweatshirt sleeve over his face, taking a deep breath of Leorio. His natural musk mixed with his signature cologne and cheap shampoo. Ah it gave him butterflies.

He sat on the floor with a wistful smile and closed his eyes. He felt like a school girl with a crush on a classmate. It was ridiculous but it was real.

He couldn't stop smiling all night. Even when the two roommates had dinner together, and then did their chores. Even when they played a game of chess and watched a movie. Even when he went to sleep wearing the sweatshirt, catching a whiff of it every time he inhaled. Still, the smile remained.

-

Leorio tried on another shirt. He didn't like how it fit him. Something was just off today. He felt agitated.

"Kurapika!" He peeked into the hall.

Kurapika peeked out of his room to see him. "What is it?"

"Do you have any shirts I can borrow?" He wilted a little. "My dysmorphia is getting bad again."

"Of course, give me one second." Kurapika walked out a moment later and handed him a sweater through the crack in the door.

"Thanks sunshine." Leorio closed the door and slipped it on quickly.

"It's the biggest one I have, sorry it might not fit!" Kurapika called, leaving for the kitchen. "I'll make you some soup okay? Then you need to remember to take your meds!"

Leorio wasn't listening anymore, he was staring at himself in the mirror. It was a khaki colored sweater, soft to the touch, and embroidered with little llamas. It fit him perfectly, and it looked good. It emphasized his broad shoulders and his thick biceps. Rolling up the sleeves halfway showed off his tan forearms and large hands.

It might have been an ugly sweater, but it was the most handsome Leorio had ever felt. He immediately went to the bathroom and ruffled up his hair. He ran back to his room and put on some black jeans to match the black chevron patterning.

He stared at himself in the mirror again, chest swelling with pride. Who knew his mood would be so easy to change?

Leorio entered the kitchen, standing tall. He had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

"How do I look?"

Kurapika looked over from the stove, and his eyes widened. "Leorio! You look just dashing in that outfit! Do you feel better?"

"Loads better." Leorio swept Kurapika into a hug. "Thank you."

"Of course." Kurapika hugged him tightly. "You can keep the sweater."

"Really?" Leorio put him down.

"Yeah, it looks good on you. And it makes you feel good, right?" Kurapika smiled. "Then it's yours."

"You spoil me too much." Leorio ruffled his hair, then went to set the table. "Thanks again, Kurapika. It means a lot to me."

Kurapika nodded politely, then took the pot off the stove. "I'll do anything I can to help a friend."

Together they ate their soup and made plans for the following day. They were going to go shopping and see if they could find something similar for Leorio to wear.

"Even if it's expensive, consider it an early birthday present." Kurapika smiled. "I'll pay. No matter how much it is, you can buy it."

Leorio's heart was so full he thought it would burst.