Rivals Are My Friends (YanSim Male Rivals)

Red Corn Syrup (2/2)

The plan seemed simple enough on the surface, one that could be carried out with minimal effort and should be easy to acquire supplies. However, it was much more complicated than that--it was very elaborate and involved a lot of bargaining with the added challenge of trying to keep the plan a secret. But Oko and Hanako managed to get it done in the few days of prep they had.

Everything was set and when Halloween came around, it was time to set the gears in motion. And it all started at Kizano's house...

"Why the hell is his bed so messy? It wasn't like this the last time." Osano pushes aside the few piles of clothes that crowded the large bed, laying down in the cleared area and sinking into bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He only got a couple hours of sleep last night and it didn't help that everyone broke into his house and dragged him over to Kizano's house at the crack of dawn (It was only 5:30 and the sky was just turning blue). It didn't matter if this was Kizano's bed--a bed was a bed and Osano was going to use it to catch some extra Zs. "Maybe he's finally going on that downward spiral."

"Whose on a downward spiral?" "Sunobu. Who else?" Osano doesn't lift his arm off eyes, even when he hears Amao enter the room. The brunet notices the orange haired boy's outfit and walks over. "Oh you're dressed as a cat?" Amao flicks the headband with the black cat ears.

"Yeah, it was the easiest thing I could think of doing in a short amount of time. It literally came in the mail yesterday. And I like cats, I mean, I have one at home."

"That's right, you do have a cat. Shoga, right?" Osano hums in confirmation. Amao would say a cat fit Osano's personality well. They both have striking parallels; they like to sleep, they get pissed when they don't have enough sleep, one minute they're nice and the next they're cursing you to hell and back. Oh! And they like good food. "It fits you well, but I have one question. What's with...this?"

Osano sits right up at Amao poking at his bare skin and covers his chest, a hard blush painting his face. He moves his hands away, exposing the reason for the poke. When he read the costume's description online the details were transparent enough at first glance when listing the items; a black cat headband, a black strip of fabric--to represent the tail--and a black jumpsuit which is very important as it came with two problems. The first was it came in his size, a medium, which shouldn't be a problem...if it wasn't for the fact it was a girl's medium. Even though Osano was pissed at the mixup, he still decided to wear it (and it surprisingly fit) and try to pass it off as a regular cat costume.

There was an open slit across the chest, it wasn't too big to be a gaping hole but it definitely wasn't small. It showed a generous amount of skin, showed enough for the imagination to wonder--it was a boob window. Osano Najimi brought and was wearing a cat costume with a boob window (God he gotta stop ordering off that site, or just read the directions more carefully or else he'll turn into Hanako).

Amao laughs and backs away, dodging the swipe Osano was about to dish (see? Just like a cat,). "Sh-shut, baka! I didn't know it came with...this!" Osano finally notices the other's attire and raises a brow, "And why are you green?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a zombie, a zombie chef." Amao's dark green hands gestures to the deliberately dirtied and tattered clothes and apron. "Because you know, zombies eat brains and that's their source of food. So 'braaiiinnss'..."Osano blankly stares at him, "...foooood."

"God you're corny." Osano lays back down and throws the back over his eyes, as if to shield himself from the cringy joke, but he couldn't help but laugh a bit at the attempted humor. "At least I'm not the one with a boob window, pumpkin." Amao pokes at the exposed skin again then laughs in pain as Osano successfully punched him in the leg.

"If I am...!" Amao and Osano look at the door expecting to see Kizano, but are a bit baffled when they don't see him for a second. Until Kizano, the forever theater kid, slides into their line of sight and dramatically leans back against the door post, wearing all black with the exception of the red inlined cape and white shirt, and an off-white mask covering half his face. "...the phantom." Osano rolls his eyes and turns over, mumbling about his stupid theater voice. "It is because of man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved...it is because your love redeems me."