By: Linnea7299 on fanfiction.net Rated: M for Mature
Masaomi has always been his best friend. He always will be. Mikado is sure of it. And while he feels a little weird when Masaomi mentions to him about how good Saki was at… those sorts of things, he just laughs it off. He doesn't tell Masaomi that he has no idea what the words he's saying actually mean, let alone that he's never actually had a girlfriend. He laughs it off when Masaomi tells him it's nowhere near the same as "doing it yourself."
When Masaomi says "You know what I mean?" and looks at him with that sparkly yearning look...
"M-Masaomi… I don't think this is what guys do at sleepovers…"
"Obviously, Mikado." Kida sighs, dumping the bag of nail polish onto Mikado's futon. "You don't understand, do you? In order to successfully get inside the minds of women and therefore get lots of action, we have to learn their ways. I read in a magazine that this is what all girls do at sleepovers."
Mikado frowns, brushing his fingers over the many bottles of polish. "Why do you have so many of these?"
"That is for me to know and for you to never find out." Kida grins. "Go on, pick a color~"...