JYUJIRO MOVIE DATE Â (o^^)o
Man, this one was more difficult to come up with something than I thought it would be. lmao Sorry for taking so long!
It’s not nsfw, but Jiro is 18 here!
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The movie was running in front of them, but Jiro couldn’t pay attention to it. They were on the couch, with Jiro lying on Jyuto’s lap, while Jyuto stroked his hair. At some point during the movie, Jiro started thinking about their situation. They were acting like a real couple now, having movie dates and all. They had spent the day together being lovey-dovey in a way that Jiro had never imagined Jyuto being, and now there were they, in their pajamas, watching a movie together.
How did this happen?
Jiro couldn’t stop thinking how and why they were there. They lived in completely different worlds, yet Jyuto had chosen him as his partner.Â
"Hey, Jyuto,” Jiro called his boyfriend, turning to see him.
“Hm?”
“Why did you fall for me?”
Jyuto arched an eyebrow.
“What is with this question now?”
“I was just wondering...”
“Why?”
“We’re from rival divisions, you’re much older than me, and you’re a man with a job while I’m just a high schooler. What did you see in a guy like me?”
Jyuto seemed to ponder on the question.
“I’m not sure,” he finally replied. “When I noticed, I was attracted to you. Thinking how cute you were and how strong despite being so young. You somehow enchanted me, I think.”
Jiro blinked. That still didn’t make sense. He was sure Jyuto had met way more interesting people than him in his life.
Jiro sighed.
“You’re weird,” he said.Â
“Thanks,” Jyuto replied. “How about you, then? Why did you fall for me?”
“That’s because,” then Jiro noticed: he didn’t know. Thinking now he knew Jyuto had a lot of qualities, but thinking about back then... what did he see on him? He was a rival, and a dirty cop, what was good about him? He remembered wanting to punch Jyuto in the face and then wanting to make out with him.
“See? These things aren’t so easy to explain,” Jyuto smiled.
Jiro pouted.
“However... I know what I like about you now,” Jyuto said.
“And what is it?” Jiro asked.
“The way you pout when I call you a brat; the way you blush when I kiss you without warning; the way you moan when I--
“Enough!” Jiro interrupted him, sitting up on the couch.
“I love when you’re embarrassed,” Jyuto smirked.
“Asshole!”
Jyuto pulled Jiro to his lap.
“And you love me, even if you don’t know why,” he said, still smirking.
Jiro hated how that was true.











