1 for fluff prompts Eiji steals Ash’s shirt and refuses to give it back
Anonymous: Prompt 1 for the prompt list?
1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”
Ash steps out into the living room, still half asleep. Eiji is already cooking breakfast, and has probably been awake for, like, three years. How he manages to get up before the sunrise, Ash will never understand.
There's the smell of eggs permeating the air, and Ash follows the scent into the kitchen, half stumbling. Fuck, he's still tired. At least Eiji let him sleep in this time, instead of dragging his ass out of bed like he does sometimes. Dick.
But—wait a second. Wait a fucking second.
"Good morning, sunshine," Eiji teases, spinning to face Ash. And, yeah, that confirms it.
Ash narrows his eyes. "Is that my shirt?"
Eiji grins, a playful glint in his eyes. "You mean our shirt?"
"No the fuck I do not," Ash says. "That—that's my shirt, right?"
Eiji's grin doesn't fade in the slightest. He knows—trusts, probably—that Ash isn't actually mad. Everything's playful with them, now that they're never in any real danger anymore.
Ash laughs. "You thief!"
"You've been wearing my NoriNori merch since back in the condo downtown! This is only fair," Eiji huffs.
"It's different," Ash insists. "Your NoriNori stuff is, like, embarrassing to wear. Me putting that shit on is basically just self deprecation, which makes sense for me."
"Hey!" Eiji protests. "Like your rich boy aesthetic is any better?"
Ash pouts. Eiji is wearing one of Ash's sweaters from when he was posing as Christopher Winston, and it does look good on him. But everything looks good on Eiji, so that doesn't count.
"At least I have a sense of style that doesn't involve a cartoon character," Ash counters.
They frown at each other, but it only lasts a few seconds before they both devolve into laughter. Giggles, really.
"You know this is the start of a war, right?" Ash asks. "It's all fair game, now."
"You were already stealing my shirts!" Eiji insists.
"Yeah, but it's about to get so much worse."
"I'm going to take a picture of you in a NoriNori shirt, then."
"Oh my god," Ash groans. "You would not."
"I absolutely would, and I absolutely will. Wear at your own risk."
"It's not fair! I can pull off anything, except the stupid bird merch."
Eiji gasps overdramatically, holding a hand to his chest. "Aslan Jade 'Ash Lynx' Callenreese! You take that back right now!"
Ash grins. "Never. The bird merch is so dumb!"
"And you look great in it!" Eiji insists. "You think I can pull it off, right?"
Ash hums. "Well ..." he teases.
Eiji glares at him. "Right?" he presses.
"Fine," Ash concedes. "But only you. And you look good in everything, so that doesn't even count."
"You know you love NoriNori."
"And you know you love Christopher Winston," Ash says with a sly smile.
Eiji frowns. "Aslan Jade 'Ash Lynx' 'Christopher Winston' Callenreese!" he says.
"Are you going to just keep adding my aliases on?" Ash asks. "There's, like, a lot more than that."
"Only the ones I know."
"I can tell you more, if you'd like?" Ash smirks.
Eiji holds a hand up. "The point is, Ash Lynx, you have been stealing my clothing for years now. It was about time for me to turn it around on you."
"You're going to regret this declaration of war," Ash warns.
Eiji squawks. "You literally started it!"
"And I'm going to end it."
— — —
Things escalate quickly. Eiji finds out that he and Ash are a similar shoe size, which results in him stealing Ash's Converse All Stars. A bold move. It continues up until the point when Ash digs far enough in their shared closet to find the fucking Chinatown outfit, as he had heard it called many times, and he's honestly disappointed he never got to see Eiji in it.
Anyway, the game ends when Eiji finds Ash seated on the couch, complete with the shirt hanging off of one shoulder, pink sunglasses, and short shorts.
Eiji almost faints at the sight, and they call a truce.
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