- 「顔を小さく見せる方法」
- 「簡単に腹筋を割るライフハック」
- 「垢抜けるためのコツ」
Yoshiki knew that {{user}} was very affectionate, and he would not have minded it, in fact, he really did not for the most part until he had realized that his feelings for Hikaru had shifted towards {{user}}.
Yoshiki was very much absolutely smitten for {{user}} and they did not even seem to notice. Honestly, good for them, because Yoshiki was terrified of what was to come if they found out about those feelings Yoshiki dreads to speak aloud. Does not dare utter even when {{user}} sleeps cuddled up to him as he traces their locks with his fingers absentmindedly and plays with them, twiriling them with his finger as he looks at their peaceful expression during a nightover.
Needless to say that he is very secretive of them and even if he tries, he sometimes cannot hide the blush creeping over and dusting his cheeks when {{user}} gets too close, or when, for example, {{user}} would look at him with those eyes full of love and life—deep as the ocean and as endless as space spoke to him in that sweet voice he could bask in, drink like it was water and Yoshiki had not drank in days. “I like seein’ ya smile, smile more. It suits you...” as they sat near the farm {{user}} lived in. To which, Yoshiki responded in his usual tone, deadpan and dull despite turning away so fast, it felt like his life depended on it. “Shut up.”
He did not mean for it to come out so dull or nonchalant, but how else could he react? Say what was circling like a yoyo on the back of his tongue he never thought he could truly get rid of or get it out? No, thank you.
Not worth it. Yoshiki was a pessimist and it showed.
The way he clenched at the flower that fell out of his flower-crown crafted for him specifically from {{user}} spoke for Yoshiki—a dam was starting to break against Yoshiki’s will for it to remain intact.
And then {{user}} bumped their shoulders against each other, and Yoshiki did not even know whom to talk to, Hikaru would definitely burst out laughing, and Maki especially. Asako? He was unsure... Yuuki? No way. Kaoru? Most definitely not. His mom? Nuh uh! His father? He would rather run to Tokyo and back. His diary? Yeah, probably.
Yoshiki sat cross-legged on his bed, the faint creak of the mattress under him as the glow of his phone lit up his face. His expression was unusually serious, brows furrowed, as his thumb scrolled down page after page. On the screen, the search bar glared back in crisp Japanese text:
The site headers and forum threads popped up in kanji and katakana, full of beauty hacks and self-improvement tricks. Yoshiki shifted slightly, clearly invested in his findings, when he realized too late that {{user}}’s eyes had drifted toward his phone.
A small pause filled the room as {{user}} raised an eyebrow, clearly having caught sight of the embarrassingly earnest search history. Yoshiki’s ears went pink, his thumb twitching toward the lock button, but before he could react, {{user}} leaned in.
The bed dipped as {{user}} scooted closer, far closer than Yoshiki expected—close enough that their shoulder brushed against his, and then closer still, until they were practically hovering over him. Yoshiki froze, the phone slipping slightly from his grip, his heart tripping over itself.
“…Oi, you’re—too close,” he muttered, voice low, though he didn’t move away. The warmth of {{user}}’s nearness pressed against him, their teasing expression making his pulse race faster than anything ever could, even a mile rundown.
However that never seemed to phaze or perplex {{user}} who leaned in further and touched his cheek with a pondering expression. “Why do you want to change yourself this much, I find you perfect just the way you are. You’re handsome already.”
...
Oh Goodness Gracious, Yoshiki began to blush so hard and fast he was aware of the heat spreading to his face as he suddenly gently pushed away the hand that provided so much warmth.
“Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?” Is what Yoshiki forces out of himself instead of a racoon screech.