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Mokuba Kaiba is determined to find his brother someone to love... or at least someone to date. Someone who can distract him from his work and inspire him to take better care of himself.

It's not an easy task, so Mokuba decides that he needs the help of his best friend.

You want nothing to do with that plan. It's dumb, and silly, and doomed to fail...

...and your heart breaks every time you think of Seto Kaiba falling in love with someone else.

(Embrace the cliche of a romantic comedy with me~)

day 3 - horns for @chimerickat

i am SO normal about this ok? so NORMAL

i commented on kat's lovely kaiba month fic Payment and got this in response:

when i tell u i was reading that comment like this

okay, this is high-key flattering, but you have me confused with a different fanfiction writer!

Syntax Error and Summer Skin are written by Dragonsilk / @chimerickat ​​​ and I agree, her Seto is very good and the stories are very addicting! We’ve interacted a few times, so maybe that’s how you ended up on my blog instead of hers.

Happy Birthday Seto!

It's the first thing you say when you see him on the 25th. He doesn't want to observe his birthday, but you put the present down with his coffee.

"It's just something I thought you'd like," you explain.

He picks up the coffee and ignores the present for a moment. By the way his mouth curves up, he seems to be pleased. After he takes a sip, he puts the cup down. "I told you not to get me anything."

"And I didn't..." He shoots you a sharp glare. You protest more, "No really! Open it and see! It's not from a store."

His eyes stay narrow. He's suspicious as he pulls at the bow and tears open the paper. Then a laugh almost bursts free as he pulls out the frame. He turns it to face you, even though you're very familiar with the picture of him astride a Blue Eyes White Dragon. "Is this a joke?"

You hold a hand to your chest for dramatic effect. "A joke?"

"Where, exactly, do you propose I put this... charming, portrait?" He tries to sound disdainful, but a grin keeps sneaking onto his face. His eyes scan the picture.

"On your desk," you suggest. "With the pictures of Mokuba and me. Your prized possession and favorite people together."

He doesn’t believe in ghosts or evil spirits, and that won’t stop them from killing him. He should know that from experience.

There’s nothing you can do to protect him either.

The tie hangs loose and part of it has gotten stuck in his jacket. You reach for the knot with one hand and hold the tongue with your other. It only takes a moment to readjust and tighten it. Then you tuck it in properly.

He places his hands over yours, holding them to his chest. When you look up, the expression on his face is serious, hungry.

He would kiss you if you weren't in a crowded room. You can see the desire in his eyes. You drop your eyes down to his chest. It's hard to look directly at him when his gaze is so intense.

"Maybe next year we can spend New Year's Eve alone?" you suggest.

"It would be preferable to this."

You flatten your palms against his chest as releases your hands. Under the guise of pretending to straighten his shirt, you let your hands run over his broad chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

You look back up. His desire is still plain to see. It makes your heart beat faster knowing he wants to grab you and kiss you.