One Piece High School

Say I'm the Prettiest

"Hey...why do ya paint your nails?"

Killer asked nonchalantly. They had just got out of Lecture Hall and were meeting their other friends at Killer's house for some daily herb. Luckily their college campus wasn't far from the house.

Kid stopped. What did that matter? Only his dad had ever asked him that. Screamed it most times. He just hated the fact so much. Probably made him feel like a failure as a father. Or jealousy at his own sexual repressions. 

Kid didn't even know why he did it. If girls could do it, why couldn't he? It was pretty... and felt nice... and...

"I dunno... I just think they look cool."

Killer hummed and continued toward his house. Classes had been long and miserable, as always. They just really wanted to eat, smoke and go the fuck to sleep, even though they both had a shit-ton of homework.

"...Why'd ya ask?"

Killer shrugged, "I dunno, jus' wonderin'... Have you thought about lipstick?"

Kid got angry at that. He cut in front of him to block his path.

What the hell was he trying to pull?

"You makin' fun of me," He growled in killer's face. His own face becoming as red as his hair.

Uh-oh, he's getting mad... Interesting...

"You know I'd never do that, Kid. I was bein' sincere... I think it'd compliment yer hair... Or whatever..."

Killer looked down when he said those last words, using his bangs as a curtain from the growing blush. Kid instantly calmed, then froze.

He what...?

"C'mon, I'm fuckin' tired."

Killer took his wrist and continued to their house. Kid had been staying with him over a year now, ever since his dad got too drunk and violently kicked him out for being a fucking sissy, princess, pussy, faggot.

Killer's mom was fine with the idea of taking him in. However, her work had her traveling most of the time, so she was barely ever seen.

They entered the spacious house and instantly took to the fridge. Frozen dinners it is. With them being left alone, you'd think they'd take the time to properly sustain themselves.

"When are those assholes getting here," Kid asks while walking to the couch in the nice living room, beginning to eat. This food was better than that at his dad's, though it was still shit.

"Dunno, when they get here," Killer retorts.

"Ok, smartass."

"Alright, dumbass."

"...Ya wants the fucking smoke, Kill?"

"You know you can't handle the smoke, Kid."

Kid had a mischievous smirk on his face as he suddenly lunged at Killer, knocking the other off his guard immediately. He tucked his head into Killer's chest and wrapped his arms around in an attempt to lift him.

Instead, it was Kid was being lifted and thrown on the couch behind him. He laughed as he bounced on the cushions and rushed at Killer again. Only to get knocked back on the couch with his hands pinned above his head. He struggles against Killer's grip but ends up tiring himself out. it's no use.

"Told ya you couldn't handle it," Killer says, smiling down victoriously at him.

From down here, Kid could gaze into Killer's deep blue eyes. A very rare sight, indeed. They twinkled playfully at him, daring him to try something else. Then he looked lower at his budding mustache beard combo. And how it framed his lips just right... wait-no!