LeoPika short stories and one shots!

'Analyzing'

{i put the title in 'quotes' because this chapter is slight nsfw. There's nothing to do with pants, but shirts come off and there is some touching, so if that's not for you, you can skip this chapter. Trans Kurapika, college au}

Leorio and Kurapika were painting their nails, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with dollar store face masks plastered on. Leorio was wearing sweatpants, but there was no shirt in sight. Typical Leorio behavior. But Kurapika was wearing cute little booty shorts and a tank top.

Leorio was doing his best to hold still and focus on the nails that Kurapika was painting. But his eyes kept slipping up to see that Kurapika wasn't wearing his binder, which meant he could see tiny nipples poking the tank top's fabric.

Leorio's head was so incredibly empty except for Kurapika's nipples oh my god what do they feel like.

"You're staring," Kurapika noted. He met Leorio's eyes. "What did I do?"

Leorio was screwed. "Nothing. There's nothing's wrong. Nope."

Kurapika raised an eyebrow, a very sexy eyebrow. "Come on, you can tell me."

"Pfft, no, it's nothing. Just keep doing your thing."

"Well, I'm done with this coat, so you just need to dry-"

Leorio pulled his hands up and fanned them vigorously in the air.

"Stop! the wet paint might fly off or warp!"

"Sorry." He said nervously, trying to hold his hands still. The trembling hands are a dead giveaway. I'm screwed.

"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind, or am I going to have to force it out of you?" Kurapika asked, idly applying another coat to his left finger.

Force it out of me "It's... okay, hear me out. I will tell you, but you are not allowed to call me a pervert."

Kurapika gave him an unimpressed look. "Now I'm not sure if I want to know."

"I just can't stop..." Leorio closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a line. "Staring at your chest"

Kurapika went quiet. "My chest? Is it because it's gross?"

"No! no, absolutely not. It's the opposite actually, I... oooh I'm gonna regret this." He slapped a hand over his forehead. "Your nipples are showing through your shirt, and I just realized I've never really... seen them before. Your chest is always smooth."

Kurapika pushed his shoulders forward a bit, NoStopWhatAreYouDoing, making the shirt hang loosely instead of revealing anything. "Sorry, I'll keep-"

"No! you don't- I'm just, please don't take that the wrong way, it's just... very distracting." Leorio was tripping over himself. He sounded desperate, and it was not a good look for him. "It's like, a good kind of distracting."

"You're being rather bold," Kurapika smirked. "How about this, we can talk about it after our nails are dry and we take these masks off."

Leorio nodded, swallowing stupidly. He suddenly wished the nail polish would dry much much faster.

Kurapika had leaned his shoulders back, and his nipples were once again visible. It was driving Leorio crazy, and he knew it. But he pretended not to notice. He was busying himself with a clear top coat of nail polish.

Finally, after a long and intense couple of minutes (most of which were Leorio zoning out with nothing in his head except for ooga booga touchie touchie) Kurapika said it was time to wash the masks off.