SOTUS one shots

Magical Girl Arthit

Crack!Fic ft. PeteKao

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Arthit gets a text message from an unknown number informing him that they have Kongpob in hostage and demands to meet him at a secret location.

    The first thing he does is to roll his eyes.

    The next thing he does is to type a reply:

    “If I ever see even as much as a scratch on his face I will personally bring hell over to you and your friends.”

    He takes a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is the third time Kongpob has been kidnapped and frankly, Arthit is getting tired of it.

    He feels sorry for his boyfriend for getting included into his own mess. But Kongpob doesn’t seem to mind – he still stays with Arthit despite getting held hostage for a couple of times already.

    Arthit thinks he’s going to lose all the hairs on his head if this keeps on happening.

    He’s currently heading towards Kongpob’s dorm to hang out, but now Arthit has to go to the said location to save his boyfriend once again.

    It’s a good thing that Kongpob hasn’t been in any serious situation – although being kidnapped is a serious thing as itself, the kidnappers seem to heed his warning when Arthit tells them not to harm his boyfriend.

    Their beef is with him anyway.

    So, Arthit goes to a remote location where he’s sure nobody will see him, pulls out his gear and sighs.

    He really hates this part of his hero thing . . . whatever it is he’s doing. But Arthit needs to transform if he’s to save Kongpob.

    Arthit looks at his gear, and with a remorseful sigh, he mutters, “Banish all enemies with the rays of the sun . . . transform!”

    Just like clockwork, a warm light swirls around him. Arthit has watched a lot of anime growing up, so if this is one he thinks he’ll have a cheesy girly music playing in the background.

    He slouches when the transformation’s complete. Arthit tugs the hem of his skirt – skirt!, and looks around. No one seems to have noticed him, so he sneaks out, waves his baton – baton!, and calls for his ride; the magical flying turtle he calls Brian.

    Brian looks at him unimpressed, and Arthit rolls his eyes. It’s nearing 7:30 in the evening, so there aren’t a lot of students lingering around the area. For the handful that spots him, pointing fingers at him, well, Arthit doesn’t really pay them any mind.

    For a turtle, Brian is quite effective in getting him into places. The magical turtle lifts off the ground with a grunt, and Arthit pets its head.

    He keeps his hand on his skirt as to not flash some poor soul who’s curious enough to look up. With the gear as a catalyst to his powers, Arthit thought that his costume would be something as badass like that of IronMan, but here he is, in a mini yellow skirt with a fitted white top with sun embellishments embroidered on it, and a baton with a shimmering golden gear sitting on top. Arthit places his other hand on his tiara – tiara!, as to not let it get carried away by the wind.

    The view from the sky is as beautiful as the first time Arthit had rode Brian. The city lights cast a beautiful halo around the area, together with the honking horns of the cars, and the murmurs of the people. The night is just starting and Arthit has planned to just stay at Kongpob’s place to chill, but here he is now, riding a magical flying turtle to save his yet again kidnapped boyfriend.