Yellow Monstrosity

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Her smile died when she saw what he was wearing. That yellow hoodie. The one with a giant stag  on the back. Under that, an ordinary black shirt she'd have seen in him at least a thousand times. Old jeans and even older black Converses completed his look. Now, Arya wasn't vain. She never cared about how people look, that was a Sansa thing. But after seeing him dress up to those dates, she was a bit disappointed.

"What?"

"It's the first time you come to my house in weeks and that's what you wear?", she rolled her eyes and moved from the door, so he could enter the apartment.

"I didn't know your house had a new dress code...", he smirked, sitting on the couch and opening his backpack. "I brought the new Mortal Kombat, by the way."

"I should give this yellow monstrosity a fatality, then.", she muttered and he chuckled.

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Later, after several hours of Mortal Kombat, Marvel vs. Capcom and Street Fighter, pizza and beer, they were both nestled in the couch, watching some terrible made-for-tv movie that was bad enough to not deserve any time slot, not even that between 2 and 5 AM. 

Arya picked the yellow hoodie from the couch arm and frowned at it. You see, Gendry wasn't a small guy. He had a big chest, large shoulders, muscular arms. And he was tall, too. Not too much, but tall enough. He was already hard to not notice. Wearing that... You know when someone asks for directions and you point to some freaking McDonalds and say 'turn left there and walk 2 blocks'? When he was wearing that hoodie, Gendry became a walking McDonalds. 'You see that huge guy in yellow one mile ahead of us? You'll turn right on that street he's crossing now'. It was just a really ugly hoodie.

"Why do you hate it so much?"

"Have you seen this color? You go out in the sun wearing this and people go blind."

He chuckled and took it from her. "I won't wear it around you anymore, then. To not hurt your fashion sensibility."

"Why don't you wear it on your dates?"

"Because I like to impress on my dates."

"But you don't like to impress me?"

He thought of her question for a long time before answering: "You don't like to impress me either."

Her time to go silent. It was true. They were best friends. He'd had seen her after karate practicing, covered in sweat, with the hair so tousled that would make a yeti laugh. She knew all of his old band t-shirts and had seen him in all of them. Looks were never a problem between them. But now, this was bothering her.

"You want me to?"

"What? Impress me with beautiful clothes?" She nodded. "It wouldn't be weird play videogames, eat pizza and drink beer wearing heels and a fancy dress? Or whatever you use to impress?". He was mocking her, that 'I-know-more-than-you' smile was on his lips.

"I just want to know why you don't bother to even try to look nice to me!"

"'Cause you're my friend! We don't have to look nice, we've passed this point. ...Didn't we?"

She let out a heavy sigh. What the fuck was happening to her? She was picking a fight over clothing? That was so unlike her. She shook her head and looked away. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Maybe we should go to sleep."

"Okay."

She got up from the couch and said good night, heading to her room. Gendry lied down, trying to figure what was on Arya's mind.

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The next time he came to her apartment to one more night of games, pizza, beer and bad movies, she was expecting to see the yellow abomination again. Gendry would put that on just to piss her off. So, no one could blame her for the small gasp that escaped her mouth when she opened the door and saw him. He was wearing a suit. All black, just the silk tie was of a different color, blue. He was shaved and his hair was, well, perfect. His eyes glistened with amusement when he asked:

"Are you impressed?"

She bit her lip and let her eyes take all of him. He was a sight! Not that she would ever tell him that. 

"Yes." She moved from the door and he entered the apartment smiling the 'I'm-sexy-and-I-know-it' smile. She controlled the impulse of punching him.

"So... are you going to impress me?"

The challenge on his face was everything she needed. 

"Give me 40 minutes."

And almost 1 hour later, she came out of her room and it was his time to gasp.