RYOSHIN SUPREMACY

Just The Two Of Us | college au

"That asshole," Ryo grumbles, scrubbing harshly at a plate, "he had to have done this on purpose!" He jabs the plate over to Shinnosuke, who sighs and takes the plate, drying it off with a dishcloth, putting it neatly away.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Shinnosuke agrees, "if there's one thing he hates more than Kambe, it's doing the dishes, there's no way he'd just suddenly want to go stay overnight with him."

Ryo pauses in his scrubbing. He whips his head over to Shinnosuke with wide eyes, "are they fucking?!"

Shinnosuke stares at Ryo, blinking slowly before cracking a smile, he pokes Ryo's shoulder, "don't be ridiculous, he hates Kambe and his short, rich, and nice ass."

Ryo huffs, shaking his head before going back to furiously scrubbing at a mug, this time with more strength.

"Any harder and you'll break the thing," Shinnosuke snickers, "don't worry dude, we'll have Haru take our next dishes duty shift."

"He better..." he mutters, rinsing out the cat-shaped ceramic, "or I'm cutting off his finger."

"A little drastic? Don't you think?" Shinnosuke asks, grabbing the mug from Ryo to dry it.

Ryo shrugs, "maybe not drastic enough."

Shinnosuke giggles, "whatever you say, drama queen."

Ryo rolls his eyes, bumping his side into Shinnosuke's, and he denies the butterflies that squirm in his stomach.

They continue their chore in silence, letting the music from the radio fill the air.

At one point, while washing out a pan, Ryo speaks up, "ugh why is all of it just old songs?"

Shinnosuke simply smiles, "what? You want some My Chemical Romance?" He asks, pointing out the shorter boy's oversized hoodie.

"Oh shut up," Ryo mumbles, face heating a little, "this isn't even mine."

"Yeah, you stole it from me at Haru's sleepover back in 3rd year and never returned it," Shinnosuke snorts, "it's huge on you, of course it's not yours."

Ryo blush deepens, he passes the pan over to Shinnosuke, their fingers brush, and Ryo's a glance away from cardiac arrest.

"You look cute in my clothing...." the tall sandy-pink blonde admits quietly.

Ryo immediately looks over to him, mouth agape and eyes owlish.

Shinnosuke doesn't look back, he keeps his eyes on the pan that's probably past the point of dry.

"If you keep your mouth open like that, you'll catch a fly," Shinnosuke jokes, but there's a slight tension in his shoulders that Ryo wants nothing more than to smooth out, "are you done washing that bowl?" He points to a clear bowl that Ryo hasn't even touched yet.

"Oh," is all Ryo can spit out.

He washes the bowl, a little hastily.

"It's hot in here," Shinnosuke brings up, and he wasn't wrong. They were in the middle of one of the hottest weeks of the month, and their air conditioner had broken down weeks before summer started, "wish we could finally get the AC fixed, maybe I'll pick up a shift or two to pay off repairs."

Ryo puts the bowl aside on the counter, drying off his hands on the fluffy hand towel pressed against the wall beside the knife rack.

"We still have-,"

Ryo cuts him off, grabbing the dishcloth out of Shinnosuke's hands. He grabs Shinnosuke by the wrists, bringing him away from the sink.

He turns the radio up, intertwining their fingers.