#fiendmuse

THERE IS A DIFFERENT AURA TO YOSHIDA CONSIDERING HE'S PLAYING THE PART OF PRINCE TO THE SCHOOL PLAY. his hair is slightly parted different, his bangs not obscuring his view as they normally would. his costume is impeccably made with the slightly hang of a cape draping his left shoulder. dark blues & blacks are present & used as accent pieces to show that he comes from royalty. his costume tells a tale & yoshida is willing to play the part. however, he has some time before he has to go on stage in the auditorium. instead he decides to seek out his boyfriend & the alleged maid & butler cafe that would be happening.

to his surprise he's greeted with no denji in his butler outfit. he'd been looking forward to being his customer & watching denji dutifully act as a butler. it would be an amusing sight. one of his classmates said he was up on the second floor in the empty classrooms. so instead, he makes his way to investigating the second floor, a few idle onlookers decided to stop him & he does nothing but greet them with a smile. yoshida sighs as he's realizing this is become a where's denji situation. all the classrooms have been empty on sight, he decides to press his luck with the last one.

the door is shut open & a brow raises at the current idea that denji might be behind that door. his voice is gentle, a breeze in the calm night, ❛ denji. it's me. ❜ a brief pause since he wants to make sure the other is safe. ❛ it's yoshida. i wanted to see you before i went on stage.❜ he knows the swooning will be in full effect, but he really only wants the reaction from the blonde. there's also the fact that it might not be denji on the other side. he put his hand on his hip before waiting to see if the other person might appear.

ANOTHER EVENT & CAMERA FLASHING BETWEEN PEOPLE TRYING TO GET PICTURES & THE SUBTLE GRACE OF A STOIC MODEL. yoshida should realize how small the influencer circle is, but he doesn't until aki asks him to watch over the blonde who is perched on his bed. he didn't particularly mind considering the two had set aside their differences & denji had genuinely apologized. there's also the fact they were trying to quell the rumors the pair didn't get along. a part of it to save face & the other part is the other two have hung out without the doom of thinking about working. he didn't mind the blonde's company so much. at least out of this mundane event he gets to be in the comfortable & plush suite he's always gifted. his manager & agent were well aware of what kind of tastes he had when it came to his accommodations

❛ want to order some room service? ❜ he asks the other. yoshida is aware of how much the smaller boy could fit into the abyss of his stomach. he could swear the other should consider it a super power. he wonders if the other had known about competitive eating, but yoshida suspects that he doesn't considering he's a sizable influencer. he hands denji the leather bound menu since he's done perusing through it himself. yoshida is surprised they had this sake in the fridge, but it was junmai ginjo, a sake that he's quite fond of. ❛it's sake, one of my favorites. junmai ginjo. ❜ quietly he opens the bottle & the clear liquid pours into the glasses. he sets it down onto the table before handing him the small cup.

❛cheers to a good night, denji-kun. ❜ there's a subtle smile as they clink their glasses together before he takes his sip. he could down the drink as if he were a thirsty man out in the desert, but he's currently set his sights on something far more appetizing in front of him. yoshida is quite aware of the other's interest in video games considering their conversations here & there. grey hues spot something in denji's hair so he decides to station himself in front of the other. nimble fingers reaching for what looks to be paper confetti from earlier.

❛ from the event earlier. ❜ his response is succinct considering he doesn't like to converse with people much. it was different with denji somehow the two could make small talk into something else. his fingers brush against the curvature of his cheek before drawing away, a card being discarded before he decides he'll toss the debris of tonight's festivities. ❛ did you decide what you want? ❜