black*star x death the kid oneshots

The Phonecall (part I)

Blackstar brushed his teeth with fervor. Kid and him had texted quite a bit since they'd exchanged numbers, and earlier today Star had worked up the courage to inquire about taking their friendship to the next level... a phonecall! Kid seemed annoyed at the proposal initially, but accepted a lot faster (and more eagerly) than Star had expected. Blackstar wondered why Kid always felt like he had to keep his guard up and act like he didn't want stuff he really does. But oh well, star thought, right now? it's kid time. Star practically ran out of the bathroom and threw himself onto his bed, phone in hand.

They had decided on 8 o'clock for the call, at Kid's suggestion, and as the time approached, blackstar got more and more excited. He didn't know why he was so happy to talk to kid, when he hung out with his other friends, it wasn't like this. Like how every time Kid was in the same place as him, the wild suddenly got more exciting. Like how star found himself stealing glances at the shinigami's handsome profile out of the corner of his eye whenever he could manage... star's mind raced with questions. but he didn't feel like putting effort into actually answering them, as per usual. he mused about his odd fascination with the shinigami boy until his thoughts were interrupted by a chime and buzz from his chest, where his phone was resting.

Blackstar moved instantaneously, with the speed of an assassin. but like, an assassin on an actual mission. he swallowed nervously and answered the phonecall from the boy he was head over heels for. "Hello?" the calm voice seemed to float through the air to reverberate gently in blackstar's ears. "YO!!" blackstar responded, failing to hide how equally excited and nervous he was. the voice of kid responded, slightly shaken by star's eruptive greeting. "Ah, yes, hello... Blackstar."

"you called right on the hour, huh!" 

"Yes well, I prefer to be punctual."

"yeah it's funny how you type with proper grammar all the time even though you know you REALLY don't gotta—"

"Blackstar that's literally not what punctual— Okay, alright. Whatever."

blackstar smiled and closed his eyes. he was already getting corrected by the meticulous death the kid, but he didn't mind. his intelligence and particularity was actually rather endearing. And star was more happy to be talking to him than anything else.

"so, what's up?" blackstar cheerfully set up another conversation.

"Well, there's this cowlick in my hair I cannot get to set right, and I spent a good fifteen minutes laying it down..."

"kid. this is a phonecall. you know i can't see you, right?"

"I must maintain my physical integrity at all times."

"sounds lame."

"I— Yeah, kind of..."

they talked about this and that, assignments and teachers and friends, things that bothered Kid and things that pleased Blackstar, and some things that were both at the same time. Some time had passed, and blackstar couldn't hold back from broaching a topic he had been interested in for awhile.

"hey kid,"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anyone you like?"

The boys fell silent for a moment. On one end, blackstar spun a pencil in his free hand while smiling uncontrollably.  On the other, unknown to star, Death the Kid laid in the center of his bed, his suit jacket folded neatly on the nearby nightstand. On his face was a deep blush (that had been there from the very moment he dialed his friend, but reddened significantly at the question he now faced). Kid frantically wracked his mind for another topic to discuss, but before he could speak, blackstar started.

"i sure do! but you don't get to know unless you promise to tell me yours!"

Kid panicked. He wanted to know badly. But would finding out who his crush really had his eye on satisfy his curiosity, or just hurt him more? Kid had feelings for the loud, obnoxious, but he also had to admit rather charming blue-haired spazz for a while now. But Kid had been so cold to him initially that he was sure any hope of reciprocation was nipped in the bud... but still, he hoped. The closer they'd gotten as friends, the more he'd fallen, and the more annoyed he grew because of it. Was discovering blackstar's admiree really worth admitting his feelings directly to him? Kid mulled it over in his head. The risk was high, but the temptation was stronger.

"A-alright, fine, but you must go first."

"PFF no way!!!"

"You cannot propose a deal and THEN give me the short end of the stick."

"aaaargh, well i can't go first, that would be, um, bad for me."

"Well I can't either."

"could we say ours at the same time??"

Kid was caught off guard. for a moment he thought he may actually not have to go through with it, but Blackstar's suggestion proposed a solution he hadn't been looking for. And in truth, both boys hoped for the other to go first, in the case their crush wasn't reciprocated— so they could adjust their answer. But alas, Kid was stuck with the risk.

"I-I suppose."

"YAHOO!!! alright, spill your crush on three.... 

1.... 2.... 3...."

"Y-you." both boys stammered softly at the same time.

upon registering what the other said, both of their faces turned beet red. blackstar's smile grew wider than ever. Death the Kid nearly fell off the bed. They were in shock. confused, anxious, wonderful, happy shock.

(to be continued!)