Title: How About No

Summary: In which Astral wants nothing to do with clothes.

Warnings: AU-ish. Drabble. Keyshipping. Human!Astral (sort of).

Author’s Notes: Iunno. Dumb after-the-series AU idea.

“Astral.”

“No.”

Yuma clutched at the fabric in his hands and pressed on, his frown growing by the second and eyes widening into an impossibly large kicked-puppy look. It was a shame the wide-eyed look had yet to work its magic. Astral was probably immune, the jerk.

“Astral.”

Astral allowed a frown of his own to cross his lips and he huffed at his young friend. He crossed his arms and made a point to turn away. The fabric bunched around his petite hips twisted with his movement.

“I don’t want to.” he insisted, to which Yuma groaned rather loudly. “They make me feel suffocated. Thank you for your concern, but no.”

There was an air of finality at the end of his sentence that made Yuma pout and slump his shoulders. Astral was being particularly stubborn in his refusal to wear any kind of clothing and no matter what Yuma tried or how many times he tried it, he couldn’t sway the alien’s mind.

“But you have a–”

Yuma’s eyes fell to the blanket keeping Astral’s lower half covered and a blush burned his cheeks as he stared at a…certain area hidden beneath the fabric.

“–a…uh…y-you know! That!”

Astral turned back to pin Yuma with a stare, a sheen of curiosity reflected in his gaze.

“Actually, I don’t.” he said. An eyebrow rose as Yuma’s blush darkened. “What is ‘that’? You never explained to me what it is or its function and why is your face so red? Are you ill?”

Yuma covered his face with a hand and shoved the polka dotted article of clothing Astral’s way. He probably wouldn’t have cared too much if it was just the two of them alone (Yuma liked tracing the markings Astral still had and Astral liked the physical contact), but his sister and grandmother lived here, too. He couldn’t let the guy just wander around out in broad daylight stark naked like this.

“Just…just put the boxers on Astral.”

Astral’s curious gaze morphed into a glare and he turned away again in a stubborn huff.

“No.”