reposting fic here for simplicity
Yuuta/Mizuki drabble. PG. Honestly have forgotten the prompt but probably something that had to do with stripping, I presume.
Yuuta looks on with anticipation as his boyfriend begins to strip - slowly moving and undulating despite (or perhaps in spite of) the lack of music. His eyes trace Mizuki's fingers as they slide between the buttons of his shirt, tantalizingly close to revealing the pale skin underneath.
His eyes seem to widen the closer Mizuki's come to closing - it is obvious he is enjoying himself. Yuuta is almost balancing on the balls of his feet as Mizuki tugs lazily at the zipper of his brown uniform pants.
By the time his pants are in a small pile on the floor. however, Yuuta is trying to back away into the hallway, and is sizing up the feasibility of his escape route.
"Um, Mizuki? Can we continue this, um, another time? I think I have some, ah, math homework to finish."
Mizuki's eyes snap open, and narrow. "What's wrong, Yuuta-kun?"
The other boy looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Nothing, nothing, it's just, I, um, I'm sorry." He backs out the door, and dashes down the hall to his own room.
Perplexed, but unwilling to chase after him, Mizuki closes the door to his room and goes back to studying. He doesn't bother to re-dress.
*
Half an hour later, his roommate returns.
"Oh god, Mizuki! Please tell me you aren't wearing that."
"Wearing what, Akazawa-kun?"
Akazawa rolls his eyes at Mizuki's purposeful obliviousness. "That."
Mizuki looks down at himself, and shrugs. "What's wrong with it?"
"I told you if I ever saw those underwear again, I would disown you."
He sighs dramatically. "You can't disown me. We're not related."
Akazawa collapses on his bed, but Mizuki can still tell he's rolling his eyes. "Whatever. "
Well. Mizuki didn't need someone who didn't appreciate his shimmery purple and silver underwear anyway. He had bought them especially for Yuuta.
Yuuta looks on with anticipation as his boyfriend begins to strip - slowly moving and undulating despite (or perhaps in spite of) the lack of music. His eyes trace Mizuki's fingers as they slide between the buttons of his shirt, tantalizingly close to revealing the pale skin underneath.
His eyes seem to widen the closer Mizuki's come to closing - it is obvious he is enjoying himself. Yuuta is almost balancing on the balls of his feet as Mizuki tugs lazily at the zipper of his brown uniform pants.
By the time his pants are in a small pile on the floor. however, Yuuta is trying to back away into the hallway, and is sizing up the feasibility of his escape route.
"Um, Mizuki? Can we continue this, um, another time? I think I have some, ah, math homework to finish."
Mizuki's eyes snap open, and narrow. "What's wrong, Yuuta-kun?"
The other boy looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Nothing, nothing, it's just, I, um, I'm sorry." He backs out the door, and dashes down the hall to his own room.
Perplexed, but unwilling to chase after him, Mizuki closes the door to his room and goes back to studying. He doesn't bother to re-dress.
*
Half an hour later, his roommate returns.
"Oh god, Mizuki! Please tell me you aren't wearing that."
"Wearing what, Akazawa-kun?"
Akazawa rolls his eyes at Mizuki's purposeful obliviousness. "That."
Mizuki looks down at himself, and shrugs. "What's wrong with it?"
"I told you if I ever saw those underwear again, I would disown you."
He sighs dramatically. "You can't disown me. We're not related."
Akazawa collapses on his bed, but Mizuki can still tell he's rolling his eyes. "Whatever. "
Well. Mizuki didn't need someone who didn't appreciate his shimmery purple and silver underwear anyway. He had bought them especially for Yuuta.