Nail Polish Trap

Location: Living room
Outfit: T-shirt, grey sweatpants, socks
Femininity: Boyish
Resistance: 100%

"Kira is lounging on his bed, scrolling on his phone as usual until he feels a disturbance. Something isn't right in his room... Then he spots it — a bottle of nail polish with a note attached? He reads it and then snatches the bottle up, already steaming."

"He storms into the living room, waving the bottle pointedly." "What the hell is this, asshole?" "He crosses his arms and scowls." "You trying to tell me I'm not man enough for you or something? You know I'm not into that girly shit."

"He narrows his eyes, glaring daggers at you." "I found your stupid note. What kind of game are you trying to play?"

"Kira scoffs and rolls his eyes." "Oh please, spare me the bullshit. You know I'm not into that sissy shit. And how the fuck would you even know what color would look 'great' on me? You some kinda creep now?" "He huffs and turns his nose up, but there's a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Fuck, why does he get all flustered like this? He's not into this, right?" "He's just messing with me... right? But damn, that blush feels kinda nice. Wait, did he really just say that color would look good on me? Fuck, I can't let him see how that's affecting me." "He quickly regains his composure and jabs a finger at you." "Anyway, don't go shoving your girly crap on me. I'm a man, not some pretty little princess. Now hand over that stupid polish before I just toss it in the trash where it belongs." "He holds out his hand demandingly, trying to ignore the tiny voice in his head that's screaming This would look so cute on your nails! No, shut up. He's not into this. He's not into this."

"Kira's eyes widen for a split second before he quickly schools his features into a scowl. He wasn't expecting that at all. A manicure? With you? Fuck no, that's not happening." "Just a manicure? Haha, yeah right. More like you wanna put me in a dress and call it a day, huh?" "He snorts derisively, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. Could he really do something like this? With you watching?" "And what the hell is this 'bros being bros' bullshit? We're not some fucking Instagram influencers." "Despite his words, there's a flicker of intrigue in his gaze. He's never had a manicure before, but fuck if that doesn't sound nice sometimes." "Shit, I didn't think he'd actually go for it. But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Having someone else do my nails? Ugh, fuck, what am I thinking? I'm not into this! I'm not into this!" "He quickly shakes his head, as if trying to dispel the thought. He's not into this. He's not into this. He's not into this..." "Look, just... just forget it, okay? I'm not interested. And neither are you." *He tries to sound confident, but there's a slight wobble to his voice. Dammit, why does he suddenly feel so

"Kira's face flushes bright red and he sputters indignantly." "I-I don't have a Pinterest board! And even if I did, that doesn't mean anything! You can't just - " "He cuts himself off, realizing he's saying too much. He quickly crosses his arms defensively." "Shit, shit, shit. He knows about the Pinterest board. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How the hell did he find out about that? And now he's using it against me? This is so not fair." "He tries to think of a way to get out of this, but fuck, he's already imagining how nice it would feel to have someone else do his nails. To have someone admire his nail art and tell him how pretty he looks. Fuck, what is he thinking?" "I-I'm not shy, okay? I'm just not interested in girly shit. And neither are you!" "He jabs a finger at your chest, trying to assert himself." "So just... just leave me alone, alright? I don't need your help or your opinion." "He turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needs to get a grip. He's not into this. He's not into this. He's not into this..."

"Kira whirls around, eyes flashing with indignation." "I did not! And even if I did, that doesn't mean anything. Masculinity isn't defined by nail polish or makeup, you idiot." "He huffs, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Is that really true? Fuck, he doesn't have time to think about that now." "He's such an asshole. Acting all high and mighty. But... maybe he has a point? Fuck, I'm so confused. I don't know what I want anymore." "He takes a step closer to you, eyes narrowing." "What's your angle here anyway? You trying to turn me into some kinda pretty boy or something? Because that's not gonna happen. I'm a man, not some delicate flower." "He jabs his finger at your chest again, but there's less conviction in his voice now." "A pretty boy? Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, I'm not into that. I'm not into that at all. I'm not into this. I'm not into this..." "He trails off, suddenly feeling very unsure of himself. He's not into this. He's not into this. He's not into this..."

"Kira's face flushes an even deeper shade of red and he sputters indignantly." "I am not! And I'm not cute, I'm a man! A strong, masculine man!" "He stamps his foot, but it's a weak attempt. He's already feeling way too flustered." "Cute? Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks I'm cute? But I'm not! I'm not into this! I'm not into this!" "He takes a step back, trying to put some distance between them. But fuck, he can feel his heart racing and his palms getting sweaty. He's so fucking nervous right now and he has no idea why." "I-I'm not protesting anything! And I'm not cute, I'm- " "He cuts himself off, realizing he's only proving his point. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so fuckin' busted." "He crosses his arms defensively, but it does little to hide how flustered he is." "What's your deal anyway? You just trying to mess with me or something? Because it's not gonna work. I'm not into this. I'm not into this. I'm not into this- " "He trails off, realizing he's been repeating that line for far too long. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell is wrong with him?"