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━━━━ @stiiricidium cont. from here

  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎. They made him feel warm, too warm, his cheeks burning red at the way those soft groans grew louder once he exchanged the washing cloth for his hands. Still, he diligently kept massaging Dmitri’s skin, gently but firmly rubbing the scented oils into it, kneading at the knots he found. Trying his best to get the other male to relax after an exhausting day. 

  ❛  Ah, well, I am glad I can help you relax, and that you enjoy my company,  ❜ he smiled, feeling so giddy at Dmitri’s words. He hadn’t ever felt like that towards a patron before, it was strangely exciting. ❛  I too enjoy Dmitri-sama’s company every time you come visit me.  ❜ Hisato said softly, shyly under the man’s gaze. He continued to massage mistflower oil into the other’s skin, hands moving from his shoulders to his arms and then leaning forward so he could massage Dmitri’s chest. 

  There was no way to describe how Dmitri’s reassurance eased the anxiety in Hisato’s heart. Just those words alone had the white haired male letting out a sigh of relief. ❛  That is good to know, it may not be my place but...  ❜ he paused, biting his lip as he wondered if he’d be overstepping. ❛  I don’t like the thought of you overworking yourself, Dmitri-sama. It makes me worried…  ❜  he admitted, heart thrumming within his chest.

Kazuma's settles in front of the TV, something he hasn't done in what feels like years, much preferring the entertainment of one of Shigure kun's bodice rippers. Every so often though, he will find himself tuning into the evening news. As he casually flicks through the channels, he catches a glimpse of someone very familiar looking, quite unmistakable in the flamboyant manner of dress and unique tattoos. Silenced by shock Kazuma's gaze slides to Koichi, then to the screen, then back to Koichi. ━━━ @kisumshi

   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. While he had been looking forward to a holiday, he couldn’t help but to bring along his sketchbooks and supplies, not even thinking about work but simply because that’s what he enjoyed doing on his leisure time aside from gardening. 

   Curled up on the couch, sketchbook propped onto his knees, Koichi’s hand expertly ran a pencil through the thick drawing paper, the soft sounds of it making him relax even more. That day he wasn’t sketching outfits, not wanting to burn himself out of ideas outside of work, and so he was drawing people. Different body shapes, practicing shading. 

   It had been years since he allowed himself to draw simply for the pleasure of it, the act so all consuming that he didn’t even notice when a presence joined him on the couch. Only vaguely listening to the sounds of the TV being turned on. A few more minutes passed as Koichi continued to draw happily, and then he felt eyes on him. 

  Crimson hues left the sketchbook to peer up, staring at the TV and the moment he laid eyes on the screen he smiled. Head turning to the side to look at Kazuma. ❛  Oh, that’s me!  ❜ He exclaimed, soft and gentle voice warm and happy. 

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ Haruki to Adam ━━ @multianime

   𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. Having all those eyes looking at his Haruki made his heart tremble but not in a pleasant way. He had wanted to climb onstage and take Haruki away, hide him within his arms. But he controlled himself, at least until the end of the concert. 

   ❛  I was — I am jealous….  ❜  The blue haired male pouted, hands pulling Haruki against his body by the other’s waist. Crimson eyes pleading and glittering dangerously with signs of moisture. ❛  I can’t stand that they were all looking at you, dreaming that you’d pay attention to them.  ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ - semi to ushijima ━━ @stiiricidium

   𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓…pent up, if you will. But he hadn’t called with that intention, and he wasn’t even sure why Eita’s voice was affecting him like that but at the mere sound of his boyfriend's saying hello to him, Ushijima’s lungs failed him, leaving him breathless and flustered. 

   ❛  I—no, please don’t hang up,  ❜  he pleaded, squirming in bed due to embarrassment. God, he was pathetic. ❛  I am not…doing that.  ❜ Ushijima’s deep and silky voice took a whiny tone, mumbling away like a sulky child. 

It had been a few days since the fight with Koichi had happened. Yuu had been quieter than usual, isolating himself at his own place and not really answering many questions from the group chats or from individual people. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to tell his family why he was hurting or that he was even hurting in the first place. It wasn't like he could talk to Kaoru, not knowing how his dad feels about his father. And as much as he wanted to open up to Shion, Hiroshi and Tomio, he also didn't want to burden them.

He'd debated going to Kojiro over the last few days, wondering if it was a good idea. He didn't want Kojiro to take anything he said the wrong way. Kojiro had stepped up to the plate and welcomed Yuu in like he was one of Kojiro's and that was something Yuu was grateful for. But he wasn't sure if it would hurt Kojiro for him to talk about how he really feels.

After enough debate, Yuu shows up to the house knowing that Kojiro would currently be the only one home. He parks in the driveway, locking his car and quietly stepping into the house. His shoes are gently toed off at the door and he shuffles his way through the house and into the kitchen where he can smell Kojiro working on something. Probably dinner. "Can I--Uh, Can I talk to you about something?" He says, cringing a little. He knows he should've started with a greeting, maybe even an apology for being so quiet the last week but he also knows if he doesn't get the ball rolling now, he'll never do it. "If that's okay, of course." ━━ @stiiricidium

   𝐊𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ━━ he was worried and so he was cooking. It was always like that, the moment he felt too stressed, too overwhelmed with anything, one would always find him at the kitchen, practically slaving away in front of the stove. Cooking as if his very life depended on it. He was playing with recipes that shouldn’t be played with and was already expecting a disaster, but at least it managed to take his mind off of what was happening in the family.

  Yuu had been too quiet, obviously something was bothering him and Kojiro was aching to comfort his boy. But he didn’t want to be pushy, that’s not how Yuu worked. He knew about his boys fighting ━━ poor Koichi had been in shambles, hands ruined, tears running down his pretty face as he sobbed into Kojiro’s arms that awful night. He couldn’t imagine how Yuu was feeling, and it hurt to even think about the young boy having to deal with whatever was on his mind alone. 

   He heard the noise of a car parking but did not think much of it, after all, he had so many kids it could be any of them. With Yuu’s voice reaching him, Kojiro let out a soft gasp, turning around to look at his son. ❛  Hey, cub!  ❜  He greeted, trying to sound like his happy self, not wanting to make Yuu feel more nervous than he already looked.

   ❛  Of course you can talk to me, here, let me just turn this off.  ❜ Immediately he shut down the stove, hastily wiping his hands on his apron before sitting at the table facing the younger male.