Someone Help The Mentalist His Crush Is Really That Dumb - Blog Posts

could we get uuuuuhhhhh....

Gen flirting with Tsukasa and Tsukasa keeps thinking hes just being nice? pretty please?

Tsukasa: more oblivious than Senku could ever hope to be

“You’re really strong, Tsukasa~” 

“Oh, thank you, Gen.”  

“I mean really. It’s obvious why so many people fall for you,” Gen says. “Even me~”

Tsukasa chuckles.

“You’re too kind.” 

The mentalist blinks, head tilting slightly. Tsukasa just looks back at him, totally unphased. 

Oh, you have got to be joking right now. No way Tsukasa was this clueless.

"I bet you could carry me around easily," Gen coos, hoping the physical contact helped to make his point more clear.

"That's very likely," Tsukasa says. "You don't seem like you'd weigh too much."

"Oh Tsukasa~ You certainly know how to flatter somebody~"

"I don't know about that. You're much better at flattery than I ever will be."

Gen's eyebrow twitches, his emotional mask slipping ever so slightly. He was starting to get annoyed now.

How, just how did Tsukasa not see what was happening here? Was he just not being direct enough?

Perhaps Tsukasa was just used to Gen's usually empty words. That was fine. Maybe he just needed to take a more physical approach. That might help get his intentions through to the warrior.

He steps forward, hand reaching to touch the front of Tsukasa's shirt.

"My, Tsukasa dear, this does look rather fetching on you," Gen says.

"Why thank you-"

"It must be made of boyfriend material," It was a risky move, but Gen went for it anyway.

But, much to his chagrin, Tsukasa's head tilts, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Actually, I believe miss Yuzuriha made it out of hemp cloth and a bit of leather."

"A-ah...I see...of course..." Gen drops his hand, failure making him feel more than a little embarrassed.

"Hey you two," Senku's voice cuts between them. "Quit just standing around. We're trying to get things done around here."

Gen takes this as his excuse to scurry away, already plotting new ways to try to get his crush's attention.

Tsukasa watches him go, a little confused.

"You're an idiot, by the way."

Tsukasa looks at Senku, who was staring at him with a blank expression.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Dude. Seriously? Even I'm not that blind."

"I don't follow."

"Gen just said your shirt was made out of boyfriend material. That's like, one of the oldest pickup lines there is," Senku sighs and shakes his head, wandering off back to the lab, and leaving Tsukasa to digest his words.

It takes a moment, perhaps longer than it should, but finally it hits him, and his face burns red.

Oh. Oh.