SMG4 Oneshots

06. Bunny Ears

"Yo, Three!" SMG4 clutched the bunny ears in his hands, grinning like a buffoon as he came back downstairs. He held them up in one hand once SMG3 turned towards him. "Look at what I found!"

"Ah— y-you weren't supposed to find those-!" SMG3's face flushed immediately upon seeing them. He got up from his knees and made grabby hands, trying to snatch the ears out from SMG4's hands. "Gimme them—!"

SMG4 didn't give up that easy, and so there's a brief fight between them for the ears.

"I didn't know you kept them!" SMG4 snickered, finding the other's embarrassment cute.

SMG3 continued circling after him as SMG4 twisted and turned in response to keep them face-to-face. He held the bunny ears as high up as he can, all the while their shoes tapped and tapped against the hardwood floor in an unintended dance.

"Give 'em back!" SMG3 whined, not giving up.

Finally he managed to grab SMG4 by the collar of his sweatshirt. But, his plan to pull SMG4 towards him and retrieve the bunny ears backfired horribly as they instead come falling down. SMG4's back hit hard against the floor and he hissed in pain, though was quick to realize the position they'd gotten themselves into. SMG3 had his hands gripped around SMG4's wrists, who still had the ears in his hand. The realization didn't come to them yet as they gazed at each other. SMG4 found himself smitten. SMG3 was handsome.

Before he could speak, SMG3 freaked out and peeled himself off of SMG4, but not before swiping the bunny ears from his hand. He held them close to his chest, flustered. SMG4 lay there for a moment, a little upset that his perfect view was cut so short, but eventually sat up and rubbed his head, wincing a little. He glanced at SMG3 who had his gaze fixed somewhere else.

"I-I didn't mean for that to happen." SMG4 was apologetic, "I just find it surprising how you kept those ears after that whole mess of a show."

"I don't know what you're talking about." SMG3's voice was soft with shame.

"I'm not judging you, in case you're thinking that." SMG4 scooted over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Did you really like being the bunny boy?"

"No!" SMG3 turned to face him, face flushing. "It— it was embarrassing! How could I ever find tolerance in these stupid ears?!"

"Three, tell me what you're holding in your hands right now."

SMG3 just grumbled and looked away again. "Tch, yeah, I kept 'em. And maybe I did like being the so-called bunny boy." He spit the last two words, though SMG4 knew he wasn't actually mad at him.

"So put them on."

The request felt like the equivalent of being hit by a bus to SMG3. He scooted back and gawked at him. His face couldn't get anymore redder, perhaps redder than Mario's color. SMG4 giggled at his response.

"Aww, what? Suddenly you don't like the bunny boy role after all?" SMG4 put on a fake pout, putting a hand to his chest. "You disappoint me so. How come you're always the blushy one when it comes to these things?"

"It's not my fault with how unabashedly open you are about shit!" SMG3 bit back, but even through their bickering, he just couldn't be mad. "Why does it matter anyway?!"

"I just wanna see you in them!" SMG4 offered him a smile so innocent that he thought there were intentions behind it. "Besides, you like when I'm open."

SMG3 dropped the bunny ears in his lap to put his face in his hands, grumbling incoherent, but very flustered nonsense. He finally nodded, which felt like a first for him not to deny something so obvious. While he was busy being embarrassed and shy, SMG4 picked up the ears and placed them on SMG3's head.

"Gah— OI!" SMG3 backed away from him, though didn't even try to take them off. "Ugh— whatever, fine! I'll let them stay on."

"Such a good bunny boy." SMG4 smirked up at him, carelessly pushing his buttons like he always did. As per usual, SMG3 responded by clamming up and getting all timid.

"You are so obsessed with doing this to me." SMG3 bowed his head, trying to hide his flushed face.

"You get to fuss about me, so why can't I fuss about you?" SMG4 asked.

"I 'fuss' about you when it comes to your health! You seem to fuss about me in a really shamelessly gay way!" SMG3 jabbed a finger into SMG4's chest.

SMG4 rolled his eyes and waved him off with a hand. Then he reached for SMG3's face and pulled his lips into a smile with his index fingers. "See? Don't you look so great in those bunny ears? And your teeth—" He pursed his lips, staring a bit too long at SMG3's impressive fangs and sharp teeth. "—what sharp teeth you have for a bunny boy."

"I am going to kill you." Despite his empty threat, SMG3 allowed SMG4 to do this to him.

"Yeah, whatever." SMG4 snorted.