#myshu

mysta was scared of the ocean but he was glad shu brought him to the beach.

tags: bubble tea shop au, strangers to lovers, my writing style drifts into the poetry area some times good luck deciphering that

chapter three: never

shu felt like the horizon above them was spinning like a carousel — stars went blurry to become lines, sparkling and imitating the old bulbs he used to stare at with wide eyes when his parents would take him and his sisters to fairs. the only thing missing was the circus like music, and maybe the screams of children, but for now he’s had enough of that.

the ashen in front of him continued to run though their pace was slowed down significantly (partly due to the sand). he could feel mysta’s hand still gripping his, scared to lose him too; mysta’s strength gave shu a feeling of weightlessness, almost akin to floating on water.

the beach they stopped at was dark and empty. if they’d look back, the chaos of the fair was dancing without them, the lucid colors of it bidding them their goodbye’s.

shu had never felt his throat and lungs burn so much; he had to swallow a few times, with his hands on his knees to keep his upper body from falling over. mysta wasn’t better off, he was sure he would’ve thrown up if he had more of those way too sweet waffles earlier.

their heavy breathing mixed with the calm rush of waves and mysta could taste the salt of them on his sensitive tongue. he slowly rose his head to check on the ravenette. shu must’ve noticed the movement because seconds later he was staring into amethyst eyes.

silence washed over them, softly and cautious like the late summer surges, and before they knew it, they couldn’t stop themselves from laughing. shu’s entire body felt like it was being embraced in a harmless fire, sunset blue like mysta’s eyes and it imitated the sense of a warm blanket.

their laughter was welcomed by nearby seagulls — which enthusiastically joined in — and the rush of the water came with serotonin, the tiredness settling in them once again. now though, shu didn’t mind. he could feel how his muscles relaxed once again, as if he was diving into turquoise blue, watching the vivid fishes around him scatter away in a natural hurry.

after calming down, short words were exchanged, questions about each other’s wellbeing and how they would get to shu’s place after the ordeal.

“oh, wait a sec!” mysta looked at shu with a puzzled expression and almost jumped when the ravenette held onto his shoulder. the brit watched with wide eyes as shu took off his shoes and socks.

“mhm, better”, he hummed contently, kneading the still warm sand with his toes, feeling his feet relax in an instant as he submerged them in the gold. shu grew up with the feeling of the ground beneath him shaping accordingly to his own body; his weight, the form of his feet, the way he’d walk — all those would affect the prints he’d leave behind before the waves would slowly erase them.

for the ocean, nothing mattered. shu knew his existence was temporary in comparison to what the vast sea had to offer. he felt safe in an environment in which it didn’t matter who he was; he only ever wanted to be himself without getting perceived. the water licking up his skin only curious how fragile his being was before it would welcome him into a blue space of unknowing safety.

mysta wasn’t sure if he’d ever understand that but shu’d never ask him to anyway — the ocean was a scary place to be. carelessness could grab you by the ankle and drag you down into a never ending deepness, untouched by humans and the sun.

mysta enjoyed the fresh change of air in his lungs; no salt, the tangy taste of the sea long behind him and he was gratful for that, it was starting to make him feel sick. the view in front of him was a canvas painted with yellow and greens, grey stone peaking out between treetops. shu picked the ideal route for their hiking trip, mysta thought (not that he didn’t trust the ravenette with the range of paths, shu himself said he grew up going on outings with this family into the santa monica mountains).

on their way up, the ashen had his fair share of urban legends which rooted in california. he already knew of the zodiac killer or the black dahlia, stories which had effortlessly crossed borders of several countries. as a kid he had watched way too many documentaries about those types of mysteries, eight year old him would never believe those crimes vanished with the passing of time.

“for all we know, my car is now rolling upwards.” mysta snickered at that while imagining shu’s old chevrolet slowly climbing up the hill on its own. america had fancy views of physics, that mysta found out, and he didn’t even pass that subject in high school.

“you guys think the ghosts get this bored, wherever they get sent to, and voluntarily come back to this trashy place to play over-dimensional hotwheels?” shu gave him a toothy grin, golden evening sun once again framing his face like a priceless piece of art — at this point mysta was almost convinced the universe was trying to tell him something (the way the light always shone onto the ravenette in every perfect angle), all mysta could do was stare in amazement. shu was so effortlessly pretty, might as well be a crime to not look at him constantly.

“what? you wanna gatekeep the american dream from ghosts?”, the obsidian haired raised a brow, smile still lapping around the corners of his rosy lips. mysta let out an amused snort: “yeah, i’m gonna gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss a bunch of dead kids.” they burst with laugher, sharing the weightlessness of it with the callow and golden air around them.

mysta’s life never felt more fulfilled.

usually, mysta would kill whoever was responsible for making him get up at 5:20 in the morning — but shu, who crawled onto his mattress in the middle of the night and made himself home on the ashen’s chest, was an exception. his soft snores were what he’s been listening to for the past minutes and mysta was amazed how the ravenette didn’t wake up from the ear deafening alarm they set the previous evening.

for a few short moments he even considered turning over to his side, wrapping his arms around shu’s waist and going back to sleep. the warm scent of jasmine tea and lavender were something he never even dreamt to have in his arms, let alone the source of it sneaking out of his own bed and under mysta’s covers out of his own will.

though mysta would blame himself for throwing shu’s plans overboard, the raven had told him about a surprise a few days ago and sadly it included getting up at this ungodly time.

he rested his cheek against the crown of shu’s head, the blonde, obsidian and pink streaks of hair tickling his skin. he felt warm and cuddly, the leg and arm thrown over his body made mysta feel like a life sized teddy bear (not that he’d complain).

“shu?”, he softly began shaking him, stirring the angel on top of him awake as gently as possible. his voice seemed to be more effective than the phone on max volume because shu started moving his leg off his’.

“no… i wanna sleep…” the ravenette stretched his arm further to fully wrap it around mysta and snuggled even closer to him — mysta let out a small chuckle, shu was too cute for his own good.

“c’mon, we need to get ready for your surprise”, he whispered and tapped his other hand against the small back of shu, which he was also laying on and mysta would be lying if he said it felt healthy and not short of any blood.

“ngh… what? surprise?” amethyst eyes fluttered open, confusion washing over him in an instant. this did not feel like his bed and he also did not remember his pillow to be heated or to have a deep rhythmic pulsing sound.

“yeah, the thing you planned for us, remember?” shu’s brain short circuited the second he identified the deep vibrations beneath his cheek as mysta’s chest. he jumped up in panic, now wide awake, and if someone would’ve turned on the light, the ashen would’ve been able to see the bright pink blush creeping up his neck, ears and face.

“holy sh- i’m so sorry i- i don’t remember-”, he stammered, hiding his burning face behind his hands, “gosh, this is so embarrassing.” mysta laughed and sat up: “don’t worry about it, your li’le snores remind me of my cats at home.” that did, in fact, not help calming shu’s rapid beating heart down.

beaches in the dark scared mysta even more than beaches at bright daylight. he could barely see the soft wavering of water in the distance, the salt so heavy on his tongue and lungs, it could compete with the mint toothpaste at shu’s sink.

the stars above were saying their hello’s, bright, clear, mysta was in awe how many constellations he could make out without having to squint his eyes.

“damn”, he let out in surprise, focused on connecting the lines of eridanus, “the sky’s massive here.” shu let out a chuckle: “stargazing, it fits you.”

mysta gave him a quick look from the corner of his eyes, the curves of his lips rising at the comment.

“yeah i… they are always there and they never change. i always look for the same stars, it’s nice to see the bigger picture here right now.” shu drew his eyes away from mysta, the melancholic expression on the brunette’s face weighted heavy on both of them.

“london’s too bright for stargazing then?”, shu asked, staring up as if he was searching for something specific; maybe for the answers of questions in the back os his head, ways to lift something off mysta’s chest.

“in the uk the sky is always grey.” the ravenette only nodded slowly at that, amethyst eyes still glued to the night sky above — they lit up when he found what he was looking for.

“you see that over there? the wonky rectangle with the tail?”, shu pressed his side flush to the brunette, finger pointing lightly right of them, “that’s the dolphin.” mysta’s teal eyes found the few stars; the constellation was fairly small, nothing compared to ursa major.

“dolphin, huh? is there a shark too?” he turned his head to shu and almost jumped at how close they were. if he was a brave man, he’d lean in and-

shu chuckled at the joke, eyes squeezed shut and pink lips parted: “maybe.”

the raven-haired led them towards a light blue watchtower, tightly holding onto mysta’s hand, afraid of slipping on the wet grass patches beneath (at least that’s what shu said). the brightness of the moon outlined the sandy rocks scattering the area. he led them down a path and to a small staircase to the beach, sand giving out under their weight.

the horizon in front of them was starting to light up slightly and as shu took a look at his phone, he could count the minutes to sunrise on his free hand.

“c’mon”, he turned his head back to look at mysta, gifting the brunette an excited smile. he could see his sunset blue eyes staring at him in awe, as if he was in trance, and shu almost threw himself into mysta’s arms — he’s never been looked at with so much adoration, he could barely handle it, let alone in a sleepy state.

shu dragged him further, behind some rocks, and to the entrance of a cave. it smelled of sand and more salt; it reminded mysta of shu after a long day at work, when he was busy wiping down the tables outside, the ocean breeze and seagulls spending him company under the scorching sun.

“you can only visit this when the tide is low”, the ravenette explained as they went inside. mysta unconsciously held onto shu’s hand tighter, the cold dark surrounding them was starting to get to him (he regretted not oversharing for once in life, he maybe should’ve told shu about his unreasonable fear of the dark).

shu continued rambling about the currents of turquoise-sweet water and mysta could only listen but not understand nothing, a soft smile decorating his lips. listening to the ravenette’s voice seemed to be the only thing preventing him from having a mood-ruining panic attack.

mysta had never seen a sunrise this clear and idyllic, let alone stood at the beach just to look at something he’s been anxious of his whole life — the soft sounding waves ahead didn’t sound scary to him for the first time in forever.

“hey shu?” mysta’s eyes were still fixed onto the oranges and pinks, shu saw when he turned his head to face him. a low hum was what he replied with, a sign of listening.

“thanks for… taking me here”, he mumbled and shu wondered what he was staring at, “seriously, i’m glad.” mysta finally looked at shu, the warm colors of the welcoming sun contrasting perfectly with the blue in his eyes (shu was close to whipping out his phone to capture the moment). he’d never seen such a serene look on the ashen’s face, almost as if he found peace.

“i’m happy then”, shu smiled somberly and let his inner voice win for once as he laid his arms around mysta’s nape; pressing himself flush against the warm body, enjoying the faint scent of cedar wood while he hid his face in the crook of mysta’s neck.

mysta knew everything had to end eventually — even the summer he never wished to have because wishing for things was a privilege he never possessed. it wasn’t like he’ll get them granted anyway, life stopped being pitiful once time had his name engraved, making sure to never miss a beat when messing with his existence.

so wishing to stay besides shu for a bit more longer would be fine, right? to look at the sunsets and sunrises of malibu, searching for the dolphins shu saw yesterday when he was walking to work.

shu was holding him while the waves lapped up his bare legs, cold and salty water telling him tales — of fishermen, pirates and whales — he couldn’t hear, too focused on those warm arms around him, gripping him like they were about to drown.

to mysta, shu was a tiny boat holding him up on the surface and he didn’t even understand how he made it possible; mysta’s chest felt too heavy, too tight, shu shouldn’t be holding him up all by himself. and mysta shouldn’t be so scared of it, shouldn’t be so scared of everything that was shu yamino (to him).

but mysta was starting to realize shu was just trying to calm his hammering heart down before he would drown in a panic. shu, who taught him how warm the sand under his feet could be, how comforting the sun felt like, and, maybe, how pretty shu looked bathing in a ray of orange light.

chapter 1 / 2 / 4

mysta was scared of the ocean but he was glad shu brought him to the beach.

tags: bubble tea shop au, strangers to lovers, my writing style drifts into the poetry area some times good luck deciphering that

chapter two: i

the way he jumped at the soft vibrations of his phone made mysta groan internally. since when was he so desperate?

shu: it was okay, today was busier than usual :(

mysta: damn prolly cuz of the fair

shu: ahh yea u might be right mr detective

mysta: 🕵🏻 !!

the brunette put his phone away to bury his face in his pillow. exchanging number with shu was the bravest thing he has done since asking that one girl in kindergarten for the black crayon, just to get scolded for making her cry. at least shu didn’t seem to mind texting him every now and then, even replying during his shifts and sending him pictures of drinks he made for himself.

it may have only been a week but mysta felt like shu has always been a part of his life; a constant, flowing with each other like waves (rocking back and forth in a steady and unchanging rhythm) and he felt so incredibly ridiculous for thinking about that innocent angel in that way. he didn’t even swear or curse, he’d notice, and it made his chest arch in a way he can’t seem to explain to himself even.

every word shu exchanged with him gave him a certain sense of nostalgia and comfort, his voice wrapping around him like a warm blanket during london’s grey winter and mysta felt like the world would finally be at peace with shu existing next to him.

his phone vibrated, startling him once again.

shu: wanna go to the fair tmrw? c:

mysta could hear the rushing of his own blood in his ears, forgetting to breathe for a second while hovering his thumbs above his keyboard. he was sure the train of thoughts he followed a split second ago, had just vanished into thin air, along side any other coherent words of the english language inside his brain.

mysta: yea!

mysta: dont u have work tho?

shu: o yea u can pick me up at 8:40

mysta: sounds goodd

everything inside his mind was racing; racing against the suddenly rapid beating of his heart; the realization of spending an evening with shu trying to kick in. does this count as a date?, he asked himself, trying to calm down.

he sat up in his bed, combing a hand through his ash brown hair. mysta felt like he was sinking into the pit of his darkest thoughts, low self-esteem nagging at every inch of his skin — sickness was setting at the pit of his stomach, adrenaline making him dizzy.

mysta knew he had to keep himself grounded, but not at the bottom of the ocean. long nails with chipped black paint leaving red lines on the skin of his throat and the soft burn of it reminded him of diving down too deep, the lack of air making him lightheaded in a way he’d never enjoy.

when mysta left the house the next evening, nina was nowhere to be seen (not that he would care because he didn’t) and the summer sun was still out and very much too bright for him — at least malibu was giving him good reasons to wear his sunglasses again because the uk surely didn’t — but he could handle it now.

the shop still had all its lights on, though the sign at the door said “closed” and shu, on the inside, was wiping down the tables while one of his co-workers stood at the sink. mysta wasn’t sure if he was allowed to enter so he softly knocked on the glass of the door. shu shot him a happy smile and a thumbs up before he turned around, speaking to his colleague.

two minutes passed before the ravenette came out of the store, a small bag strapped around his chest. they awkwardly looked at each other before mysta remembered “this might be a bloody date” and offered shu open arms, a shy invitation for a hug, and how could shu ever say no to a blushing mysta.

“how was your shift?”, the ashen asked after they parted, feeling awfully stiff — mysta will probably never get used to physical touch as he grew up without it, and strange things scared him, but the bad attempt at small talk could’ve also been a reason for the sudden amount of stress. to his relief, shu answered with a genuine smile and words, and it felt like a dream come true, that’s how deep mysta had his head in the ocean.

the walk to the fair was short, filled with a light breeze, warm words, lucid laughter. the bright and colored lights of the venue made shu look like a painting mysta could stare at for hours and he’d never get tired of it.

seagulls around were patiently waiting for opportunities to strike for food, screaming children and loud voices went blurry in a hunch the closer they got.

mysta would be lying if he’d say he liked those kinds of events — with a lot of people, colors, sounds, smells —, most of the time he avoided them for the sake of not getting sensory overloaded. but tonight, he could feel it, would be different. tonight he had shu with him, shu who took away all his attention, even on the ferris wheel when they could look over all of malibu; all the way to point dume while catching the silhouettes of the santa monica mountains, with the channel islands and santa barbara to the other side.

the various food stalls did a great job at making mysta a poor man, which was also partly his fault since he insisted on paying for everything (much to shu’s disagreeing (cute) pout). they had also found a takoyaki stand and after tasting their food, the ravenette had told mysta he could make better ones at home, which he took for a future invitation and, perhaps, a second date.

the sky above was dark and clear, mysta had asked to put his sunglasses into shu’s bag and he could only see a few stars above them, the lights of the city cancelling out magic he liked to watch when in the uk; the part of london he lived in was small and not as lively as malibu. over the years the brunette taught himself to love the loneliness those suns, constellations and galaxies would grace him with. the sky felt wide and open, he could see danger approaching, he could prepare himself to get lost — the ocean on the other hand was blurry, filled with pressure and everything humanity didn’t dare touch.

“frick.” the ravenette looked over his shoulder, someone had run into him and didn’t even apologize. mysta didn’t like how packed it was but chaos was a natural occurrence when it came to darkness, he should know and shu knew it better.

“c’mere”, mysta shuffled as close as he could to shu and grabbed his hand, he was so scared of losing shu in the crowd — it would mean getting a panic attack in the middle of a dozen people, strangers, people he didn’t know- oh god, why were there so many people? air, where was all the air all of the sudden? why did he even say yes to this? this was an awful idea, he should leave, immediately-

“let’s go over here”, shu swiftly intertwined their fingers, dragging the ashen through the stream of chatter to a more open area with activity booths and arcade machines. his brows were furrowed when he looked at mysta’s face in the dim light the lanterns and decorations offered: “deep breaths, deep breaths.” shu’s free hand made up and down movements with every breath he took, hoping the visualization would help mysta. people passing them looked at shu with judging gazes, and usually he would go hide somewhere the sun would never reach, but mysta’s panicked expression felt like a hit to the stomach.

“okay, okay”, the ashen whispered after he felt more stable again, “okay, i’m okay.”

“you are, you’re doing well. i’m here, i gotchu.” shu looked at him with so much innocent determination, it washed away the strain on mysta’s lungs. his sunset eyes stared into shu’s before he was starting to take in his surroundings again.

“let’s relax a bit”, the ravenette grinned, relieved, before giving mysta’s hand a gently squeeze — and both of them didn’t want to let go of each other — before dragging him to a stand that seemed to be advertising goldfish catching.

they watched each other play their rounds, giddy laughter whenever the little fish managed to jump or wiggle off the flimsy scoop net and in the end neither of them managed to get a good catch (or any catch, really).

mysta wasn’t quite surprised when he found out shu was above averagely skilled at crane games although he still couldn’t stop himself from staring at the ravenette in awe. mysta was holding onto their sixth pokémon plush toy and he could already feel all the kids around them staring in envy.

“another one, let’s gooo, babyyy”, shu presented a snorlax to the brunette and maybe it was the way his eyebrows rose or how he hold it up to him, but mysta couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small laugh.

“come on”, shu grinned and helped the other one with carrying the different plushies. mysta looked at him, puzzled: “where to?”

“the kids will eat you up alive if we won’t share some of our prizes”, the ravenette giggled and mysta swore someone just stabbed him with amor’s arrow, right through his chest, into his fast beating heart.

it didn’t even take them five minutes to hand out all the toys and when it came down to the last one, shu insisted in keeping it. mysta didn’t mind, he won it himself and he personally had no need for more plushies as his bed at home in the uk was already overflowing with those.

“so vulpix is your favorite pokémon?”, mysta grinned but instead of answering, shu’s face flushed bright red, which mysta didn’t even notice due to all the different colored lights painting the scene like they were in a dreamy movie.

“y- yeah!” mysta had to stifle a giggle, shu was an awful liar.

after about two hours shu could feel exhaustion settle in his bones, he bet he could stay longer if it weren’t for his shift. walking and standing around started to hurt his feet and his legs felt heavy to a point where they had to sit down on one of the benches for some rest.

“i’ll bring you home once you feel be’er again”, the ashen said and the tone in his voice was unfamiliar to shu, though he didn’t dislike it. he’s never heard such a determent mysta so he welcomed the change of air, feeling glad to be seen as trusted enough to see an unfiltered version of his new friend.

“sure”, shu smiled, tired but still welcoming, “we can walk along the beach, i live nearby.” mysta got up, dusted off his pants, and offered his hand to the other. shu grabbed it without hesitation and thanked him after getting pulled up. their fingers intertwined automatically and the both of them enjoyed the subtly touch of warmth, the secure feeling it gave them. they were each others life boats, softly seesawing on a never ending navy fabric between the stars mysta never got to reach and the salty water shu had seen one too many times in his life.

once they walked off the fair, the loud chatter got drowned in beach sounds. they had to cross a small plastered part with vehicles parking left and right, trailers attached to most of them. mysta was almost fascinated with the bizarre sight until a group of four men stopped them in their path.

mysta may have grown up in a secluded area of london, but distance had never stopped gangs. this wasn’t the first time he’s encountered gang members and it will never be his last — simply because he did not possess something even close to luck — so his first instinct was stepping in front of shu. there was no way he’ll let them harm the obsidian haired and if this would be some of those crazy cliché manga he read in his spare time, he’d stab out their eyes because “how dare they lay their eyes on an angelic being like shu yamino”.

“you’re kosaka’s kid, right?”, one of them asked and mysta got upset at the darkness he usually loved to bathe in because right now, he couldn’t see shit, only the silhouettes of four strongly build men with shoulders wider than his fridge.

“kosaka’s what?”, the ashen asked in confusion, dragging shu behind him even closer to his back (and to be really honest with himself: the weird angle his arm was at began to hurt him), trying to shield him away.

“don’t play stupid, boy, we saw you with her multiple times. even the color of your hair is similar.” oh. oh. they meant nina. mysta completely forgot about her last name as he associated it with his dad; all memories and information in relation to him got shoved into the back of his mind when he was old enough to understand that he was the reason his mom cried every evening for three years.

“i seriously don’t know who you’re talking about, i don’t know no kosaka or wha’ever you mean, dude”, he explained slowly, eyes narrowed, tone cold and careful. what did these men want and how was his weird aunt related to this? for christ’ sake, he didn’t even know the name of the street she lived in.

“he’s a good liar, you have to give him that!”, another guy laughed with a raspy tint in his voice, as if his throat was made out of rough corned sandpaper — it wasn’t, mysta knew, he was just a smoker and a heavy one at that, too —, “let’s just get him, she’ll react instantly.”

get him? get? as in “kidnap”? oh hell nah.

mysta’s legs were faster than the four men’s thinking process’ as he death gripped shu’s hand and ran back to the fair, into the clutter of people. the yells behind him doubled in volume and amount since mysta did not really care about the three kids he just ran over or the middle aged woman with her portion of overpriced fries.

they fought themselves through the crowd, taking turns and corners over and over; if mysta was good at something, it was mind games. he knew how to trick people, knew how to get rid of them, knew how to fuck them up real good if necessary. and for mysta, shu was his top priority and after looking over his shoulder to make sure shu wasn’t about to pass out, all he saw was a determent expression and parted lips, a small sign to the pathway to success.

they never let go of each other because if they would drown, shu was there to stop them and mysta knew that reaching for the stars would keep them afloat for a while.

chapter 1 / 3 / 4

mysta was scared of the ocean but he was glad shu brought him to the beach.

tags: bubble tea shop au, strangers to lovers, my writing style drifts into the poetry area some times good luck deciphering that

chapter one: so

the second hot sun rays hit the tip of his nose, mysta cursed his mum. he might love her but making him spend the summer in malibu, at his alcoholic aunt’s place to, how she called it, socialize, was one of the worst things she had managed him to do.

he had spend the first two days in bed, trying to fix the jet lag. he was grateful for the ac system his aunt had invested in just last summer, cold air keeping his explosive nerves at bay.

now, it was already wednesday and he still didn’t know what his aunt was doing for a living, she had dragged him outside. the afternoon sun knew no mercy, trying to burn everything in the heat of the moment. mysta only tagged along for grocery shopping because he got promised a bubble tea — and again, curse his mum for sharing his guilty pleasure drink with her sister in law.

“come on, honey! we have to hurry or the ice cream will melt!” mysta rolled his sunset eyes, still irritated and left traumatized by the american store experience. he fastened his pace nevertheless, pushing the card on the crusty asphalt towards the silver chevrolet.

his aunt was way too proud of the esky cooler box one of her australian friends gifted her last birthday, but he wasn’t one to complain when they put the already melting ice cream inside.

he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever gather the courage to word out the things bugging his mind towards his bubbly aunt. they weren’t close, really, and mysta wasn’t sure if they’ll ever be. it’s not like he didn’t like the thought of it, although he also wasn’t quite fond of it either; most people or social interactions made him feel uncomfortable, the woman next to him in the driver’s seat with her loud voice and far too affectionate way of speaking drained his social battery like winters’ coldness.

“do you want som’n as well?”, he asked before opening the door again. mysta already prepared himself to get hit by hot, sticky and salty air on this face once more — he really craved a cold shower at this point and he’d just left the house two hours ago. he never thought he’d miss the uk’s weather.

“oh, just whatever you’re getting is fine for me!” the brunette sighed, “are you sure?” his aunt gave him a nod before handing him her wallet. mysta averted his eyes, softly pushing it back towards her.

“mum gave me enough money, nina.”

”noooo! but i wanna pamper you all summer long! i can’t just let my adorable little nephew pay for everything himself, hm?”, nina opened the wallet, took out 20 dollars and unceremoniously shoved them into mysta’s front pocket of his black shorts after snatching his wallet.

“there, there”, a content smile spread across her lips before she ruffled his hair, “now, hurry, i want some boba.” mysta wished for summer to end right there, right then — there was no way he would be able to handle nina for one whole summer without having a complete meltdown in front of her (also caused by her). mysta had never asked to bond with the sister of his bastard dad.

the shop wasn’t too crowded when the brunette entered. there was only one person working behind the counter, obsidian-purple hair in a high ponytail.

as mysta stepped up to the counter, they turned around, a friendly smile on cherry lips: “welcome, gimme a sec, yeah?” the brunette only hummed, voice stuck in his throat since the ravenette had turned around. it’s been a while since he saw someone this angelic, brain too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of shyness that suddenly tried to drown him.

he tried telling himself that it was fine, completely fine — until it wasn’t because let’s be honest, mysta was good at lying, especially to himself. he lied to himself so he could stay in his tiny little bubble of (made up) comfort, bathing in the colors he made up for himself and himself only, since the world outside his own mind seemed so loud and glaring.

“what can i get for you?”, the ravenette smiled at him again and mysta could tell it was part of his job and yet he felt himself drowning in it.

“two mango green teas with mango boba.” mysta watched him tapping around on the display, nodding in an understanding way. the brunette gave him the 20 dollar bill, waiting for his change.

“want a stampcard?”, he then asked, showing him a colorful designed card, white circles on it for the stamps. mysta blinked at it, mind trying to process his words: “uh, sure.” he would be visiting the store more than often anyways, it would be convenient to have one.

“your accent”, the ravenette began as he put ink on the stamp, “you’re not from here, hm?” mysta’s tongue grew heavy again, he knew people would make fun of him for it but an employee in a bubble tea shop out of all things? he pitied himself even more.

“how do you like malibu so far?” mysta took the stamp card from the counter, two black swatches on it, and shoved the change back into the pockets of his shorts.

what did the angel just ask him?

“it’s, uh, very sunny.” mysta slapped himself in his thoughts, not believing what he just said.

the ravenette laughed at his statement and turned around, grabbing two containers: “yeah, it’s pretty hot here.”

mysta wanted to hear that laugh again — it sounded like everything he never had, like something he had been looking for all his life and never found. it soothed his mind; made his face burn up with heat; made him forget why he was there in the first place (in a country far, far away from his home, suffocating under the salty heat and white sweet words of the aunt he never asked for, getting reminded of the dad he never had everyday he looked at her).

“way too hot, man, can’t believe i miss london’s trash weather”, he laughed, breathy and less tense, watching the other prep the drinks. he still felt awkward, small talk never one of mysta’s strong points as he never knew what exactly to say.

“did you move here or are you on vacation?” he didn’t know why the pretty boy was so prone to have a conversation with him but he didn’t complain about it, just being grateful someone this angelic talked to him out of free will. having tons of experience in the nasty niche of customer service, mysta very much knew that chatting with clients wasn’t on the daily plan; it was always just “take their orders, be polite, and provide assistance if needed”, nothing more, nothing less.

“kind of a vacation”, the brunette pondered, not wanting to overshare his situation, “prolly staying till the end of summer.” the pretty boy let out a sound of amazement, nodding softly, making his ponytail sway from left to right with a slow rhythm — mysta couldn’t stop staring at his exposed nape, milky and so inviting.

“so i can expect to see you here more often?” the ravenette turned around, a smile on his lips, something mysta couldn’t read very well but knew this time it was genuine. his teal eyes traveled from his lips down to slender hands, fingertips looked like he dipped them into purple paint.

“i have to fill the stamp card somehow, don’t i”, he smiled back softly.

mysta came back three days later. nina was having some sort of meltdown because of her work (he was still trying to figure out what her job was) and he was not having it, retreating to get himself some comfort — alias, the sweet flavor of mango cooling his throat after a long day of doing nothing inside his little room.

the sun was already setting but he still decided to wear his glasses, as they complemented his orange button up shirt. to be honest, he was unsure if the shop was still open after seven, yet he decided to walk those fifteen minutes. and again, he lied to himself, because why not, he was mysta; mysta, who was too scared to even admit that the ravenette boy with the unique hair had caught his interest; worried that if he dipped his toes into the sea he would get swallowed whole in the blink of an eye.

he was being cautious and slow because diving too deep would suffocate him.

“oh, hi.” he got greeted the second he set foot into the little store, this time he could hear the soft tunes of music in his ears, accompanied by a voice, dripping with honey, so sweet and enchanting.

“hey”, mysta mumbled shily (”oh my god, get yourself together!”), taking the glasses off to let them rest on top of his head. he could feel warmth creeping up his face as he noticed the pretty boy with his obsidian-purple hair loose, draped over his shoulders — mysta thought he looked even prettier like that.

“mango green tea with mango boba?” mysta was surprised he remembered his order and proceeded to nod. they didn’t end up talking a lot this time. mysta found himself enjoying the silence as much as he enjoyed chatting with him, something he rarely had in his life (he just remembered) due to his lack of friendships and lacking understanding of social interactions overall — not that he pitied himself for it.

“there you go… uhm”, mysta watched him angle his head to the side a bit, bangs framing his face like a piece of art. the brunette was so focused on the ravenette’s lips, he completely missed the hint he was getting thrown.

“could i”, the angel blinked, red dust spreading across his cheeks like blooming roses, “get your name?” mysta’s chin almost fell to the floor while his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

“me?”, he asked, full of surprise and confusion. why would an angel want his name? to write him into a death note so his pathetic life would finally end?

how weird.

“y- yeah… if you don’t mind, of course! sorry if i’m being weird…” mysta watched with wide eyes as the other nervously tucked a lone strand of obsidian hair behind his ear — oh my god is that a piercing —, face red and nibbling on the skin of his lips.

after some staring mysta finally got his nerves together, thoughts no longer sprinting around inside his head (but still running pretty fast): “s- sure! ’m mysta, very nice to meet you.” god, he thought, i’m so fucking bad at this shit.

“i’m shu!”, the ravenette immediately beamed up at him with the biggest and brightest smile mysta has ever seen in his entire life, making his knees weak.

maybe, he said to himself, just maybe, it was okay to dip my toes further into the sea.

chapter 2 / 3 / 4

of course living as said creature was difficult as it was, foreign people constantly trying to kill him for “good luck” and “fortune”; mysta was never that kind of kitsune to begin with and looking back on it, his hatred towards those already dead people grew every day.

being a reincarnation also had some… difficulties. said being scars which developed on his skin after he hit puberty. one particularly big one, right at his throat, was the one that scared him the most.

turned out that one of those hunters managed to catch him eventually (with a nasty trap that left dark red marks along his right ankle). in order to get the fortune and luck, they had cut his throat — deep and with a katana that definitely had seen better days before.

so mysta was now running around with proof of him getting slaughtered hundreds of years ago (well, his former body, to be exact, but it seemed like those injuries had reached deep down to his anxious soul, scarring it forever). he chose to wear a black leather choker to cover up the scary red line, hoping nobody would ever find out.

that was until he met Iuxiem.

they gradually grew suspicious and curious at all the different kinds of scars they had found on mysta’s body; after the first scar mysta spend an entire night laying in bed with his notes app open, making up stories about every blemish his body had.

except for the one under his trusted choker, hugging his skin just perfectly, giving him comfort and the feeling of security. he was set on never revealing it to anyone because he wanted to keep that little piece of his soul to himself and himself only — it wasn’t like he didn’t trust his genmates, he just felt more comfort knowing he could dwell over his past life on his own, reminiscing how the fresh spring grass would feel under his bare feet, how kind and welcoming every kind of animal treated him, how respectful locals were.

but now it was just “oh, when i was a kid i fell down a tree” or “my middle school bullies pushed me and i fell on a sharp stone” or “i accidentally cut myself there once” or “i had a bike accident” — mysta was keen on keeping it a secret, something to hug while laying in his grave.

the house was empty, silence was washing over every room (not that mysta cared, he was wearing his headphones while watching a video and getting some paperwork done).

summer heat was getting onto him so he had to wear a tank top luca borrowed him weeks ago. after an hour or two, the detective decided to take a cold and quick shower before relaxing. after grabbing fresh boxer briefs, he stepped into the big bathroom he shared with shu and luca (vox and ike were living downstairs) and got ready to shower.

he left his trusty choker on the sink, inspected the dark red scar on his way too light skin (he should go outside more often) and turned on the water.

shu entered the house, his earbuds playing some podcast episode he stopped paying attention to for the past 30 minutes, and with a quick glance at the shoes next to the front door, he figured mysta was still the only one home.

the sorcerer got rid of his own shoes and carried his backpack with him upstairs. he found some interesting pocky flavors in an asian store petra had dragged him into so he bought some for his housemates to try. he was scared of the heat melting the chocolate so he hurried home and desperately needed a shower.

he grabbed new clothes and made his way to the bathroom, the podcast now playing some outro music, which reminded him he should probably take out the earbuds.

he pushed the door open and to his surprise, a completely wet mysta stood in front of the sink, towel around his waist, and a brush in his hand.

shu’s eyes immediately caught the change of expressions on the detective’s face, then the scar on his neck- mysta’s hands flew towards it, covering it up.

shu instantly pulled the door close, a deep red blush covering his whole face: “shoot, i’m so sorry- i- i- didn’t know you were- the- the door was unlocked so-“ his whole throat went dry, the image of mysta covered in water droplets and scars forever burned into his memory and it felt unsettling almost.

shu knew something wasn’t right but he also knew not to pry into people’s lives — especially not mysta’s, who had, by far, the hardest time opening up to them. it was even a wonder they all knew his favorite food by now.

“don’t- don’t worry, i thought i’d be, yanno, alone for a while. i must’ve forgotten to lock the door!” silence.

“uhm i’ll hurry-“

“n-no!- it’s okay, i mean, take your time- sorry again”, the sorcerer quickly hurried back to his room, closed the door and leaned against the cold wood with his back before sliding down. hiding his head between his knees, letting out a small groan, the redness on his cheeks was still clearly visible.

his whole head was filled with mysta just standing there with red and white marks all over, and it scared shu. not even luca had those many deep and unusual scars although he got into fights pretty frequently and was just clumsy overall.

all those excuses suddenly felt so transparent to the sorcerer, especially after seeing the big red one on his neck. pieces of puzzles were slowly assembling themselves in shu’s head and after what felt like hours, he had it together.

shu was trained in the arts of supernatural things, recognizing a soul with a brand new body wasn’t something difficult — mysta was just good at hiding, pretending.

the night was young when shu carefully knocked on mysta’s door. they all had dinner two hours ago (luca brought back pizza on his way home) and the sorcerer figured they both have calmed down enough for a talk.

mysta opened the door with an anxious expression, almost as if he was waiting for shu to look for him.

“can we, uhm, talk?”, shu asked, quietly and careful to not alert the others (their awkward behaviour during dinner was already alarming enough for luca's and vox' overprotectiveness).

“uh yeah, come in”, mysta stepped aside to let him enter. they awkwardly sat next to each other on the bed, silence flooding the tense atmosphere.

“so you saw it”, the detective whispered after a few minutes, his voice sounding strained and more tired than usual.

“the scar?”, shu asked, carefully looking at the ashen. mysta nodded.

“why didn’t you-“

“because i didn’t want to… and it looks scary”, mysta quickly said, knowing what shu was about to ask.

the detective let out a deep sight before slowly opening the mechanism of the choker, taking the leather off with shaky hands. shu widened his eyes in surprise — it did look scary but he didn’t mind, he was more worried about the story behind it. scars that looked like this (rough and bumpy, uneven and like carelessly ripped paper) were just cover for deadly wounds.

“did you- did you die like this?”, shu whispered. mysta flinched as the ghost of a touch lingered on his skin and shu quickly apologized, shocked by his own reaction, now tightly holding his hands in his lap.

“i- it’s okay, you can touch it if you wanna. it doesn’t hurt or anything.” the sorcerer searched for any lies in mysta eyes and expression before putting his whole palm on his neck.

it feels nice, they both thought.

shu traced the line with the tips of his fingers, body now completely faced towards the other.

“and, uh, yeah, the scar is from the wound that killed me”, mysta muttered under his breath, the tips of his ears bright red. the sorcerer nodded understandingly and retreated his hand back into is lap.

“do you remember everything from your past life then?”, the ravenette curiously asked. it was quite rare to meet a reincarnation, shu wanted to learn as much as possible.

“kind of, yeah”, mysta nodded, still not being able to look shu into the eyes — he would’ve seen the sheer excitement gleaming up to him.

“can you tell me about it?”

how could mysta ever deny such a sweet request?

the detective started talking about the tale of a kitsune, loved and respected by a small village at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by forest and dangerous creatures.

the kitsune would protect the villagers with its powers, help them around with work and teach the children how to write and read. this peaceful life carried on for a few decades until rumors about kitsune would spread around the country.

hunters would track down every of their kind to wash their hands with kitsune blood in hope to gain everything they ever imagined but never got. past mysta was a victim of this; part of the extinction of every kitsune. the world has always been cruel to him, he figured.

shu patiently listened to him, at some point even grabbed the brunette’s hands as he noticed signs of a panic attack.

“guess i’m just destined to have a sad as fuck life”, mysta chuckled, voice dripping with sorrow and bitterness.

he was still avoiding to look into shu’s face but as black tinted fingers were placed on his cheeks and carefully moved his head, mysta could see curious purple eyes staring up to him.

shu gave him a smile: “then i’ll make sure to turn your sadness into happiness, how about that?”

mysta felt like a fool but he could always count on shu to respond so he wouldn’t be foolish alone.

tags: top!mysta, bottom!shu, shu gets bent over the kitchen counter, misunderstandings, ass eating

mysta was pent up, way too pent up. it’s been a while since the detective felt that unresolved feeling of impatience inside his chest, holding his nerves in a tight grip (so close to snapping them), to a point he had to sneakily go to a pharmacy to restock on his valerian pills like some sick addict.

and now, after waking up at the ungodly hours of 2:40 in the afternoon, stepping into the big bathroom across his room, his sunset eyes immediately fixated on that plump, perky, perfectly shaped ass of his best friend. shu was slightly bent over the sink, face closer to the mirror mounted to the wall — he was applying his eyeliner with the most concentrated look. he was only wearing his boxers and a cropped tank top; the detective figured he must’ve also just gotten out of bed himself.

“mornin’ mysta”, the sorcerer mumbled without stopping in his motion. mysta slapped himself mentally, what the fuck was he doing?! 

”morning, shu”, a yawn, slow steps towards the sink and shu. mysta brushed his teeth while swimming in his own thoughts, trying to sort them instead of getting distracted by shu’s biceps, his slightly toned abs, and, dear god, mysta was praying, those pretty pink nipples that were barely visible in the mirror, the loose top exposing that chest the sorcerer denied in having. 

liar, mysta thought, continued washing up, heart racing and face burning. why were all his housemates so fucking attractive? the only things he could offer were his pierced tongue and belly button.

“ah, by the way,”, shu pulled away his face from the mirror, turning his head from left to right, comparing both his eyes to check if they were matching, “ike texted me earlier, we’ll be alone for the rest of the day.” the sorcerer decided that his makeup looked good enough and started to put his stuff away.

“out drinking again?”, mysta asked, rubbing some cream he stole from ike under his eyes. it was a saturday after all, their friends liked to party every now and then.

“yeah, kyo and reimu invited us two as well but i knew you needed some extra rest.” mysta sighed, giving the ravenette a look: “you could’ve just tagged along, no need to babysit me.” sometimes the other men in the house acted like he couldn’t take care of himself properly — which was only partly wrong. he could take care of himself, the question would just be how properly? the brunette was used to being alone, used to do his own things without meddling with people too much, he grew up being independent and he liked it, most of the time at least.

“i could’ve, yeah”, shu smiled at him through the mirror, leaving no room to argument — not that mysta would’ve started one anyway, he appreciated what the sorcerer did for him way too much to be a brat about it — and gave mysta a small pat on the back before going downstairs (”let’s eat”).

they found leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, a lasagne vox and luca had made together, and stared at the microwave impatiently as it was heating up their food painfully slow.

shu pulled himself up to sit on the counter, bare legs dangling back and forth, humming a melody unknown to mysta. he himself was leaning his body against the worktop, directly next to shu, where he could smell his lavender scent and feel the comforting warmth of his body. mysta internally gripped his knees, trying really hard to not stare at those milky white thighs, soft and squishy looking, he wanted shu to break his skull with them so badly-

“mysta?” shit, he ended up staring. 

“mhm?” he could feel the embarrassment spreading across his face.

“are you okay? you’ve been awfully quiet this morning. and you’ve been staring a lot, something on your mind?” mysta almost groaned in frustration, the sorcerer was too pure for this world and oh did he feel the need and want to taint him.

“i’m alright, just a bit stressed from work, that’s all.” it wasn’t even a lie, mysta did feel stressed; he felt tense and build up, a weight on top of his body he just couldn’t manage to get rid off, no matter what he did. he tried everything that came to his detective mind: from playing his favorite games to masturbating and fucking himself senseless on a dildo to smoking weed ike always had in his room for creativity boosts, heck he even worked out with luca (worst idea yet) and gave meditation an attempt as vox and shu liked to do that whenever they needed a break. nothing seemed to work for him.

“do you wanna talk about it?”, shu asked quietly, amethyst eyes full focus on the ash brown next to him. mysta could only muster a small huff through his nose, his lips pressed to a thin line: “i would if i knew what to talk about.” the sorcerer gave him a soft and pitiful smile, softly poking mysta’s side to gain his full attention. the detective turned his head, a questioning expression on his face.

“hug?”, shu asked hopeful, almost giving the brunette a heart attack — shu was too adorable for his own good. he only chuckled, a nod following, before accepting the ravenette’s arms around his neck.  the position was a bit awkward but was quickly changed as shu used one of his legs to slot mysta right in front of him. the detective buried his face in the crook of shu’s neck, hands gently holding onto his back, slowly circling down to sit on his bare waist. shu’s skin was as soft and warm as he imagined, as he knew and remembered from late night cuddle and movie sessions with the others (or just the two of them, alone in their own comfort, losing themselves in silence because it was the only constant in their lives).

mysta could stay like that forever; in an embrace, he cherished and so deeply needed, or was it shu he was craving? shu in his purple stockings and corset, shu with a loose tank top and no pants, shu with a towel around his hips, skin still glistening with water from the hot shower he took. 

sometimes he fucked shu inside his head, small and innocent shu yamino – falling apart under his touch, mewling and breathy moans escaping that pretty mouth of his.

mysta got himself together when the microwave finally gave them a ping, practically screaming at his rotting brain before he would get a boner. the way he acted was already embarrassing enough, no need to make it even worse, he thought.

he slowly pulled away from shu, catching his amethyst eyes staring up to him. the smell of lavender was numbing his head for a few seconds, made him swallow, made him look at those pink lips.

“what’s the ma’er?” mysta didn’t even know why he was whispering, didn’t know why shu still had his arms around his neck, didn’t know why everything was spinning and stumbling over itself.

“i, uh, i could help you relax a bit if that’d help a bit”, the sorcerer told, meekly but with the shine of confidence in his eyes.

mysta raised one of his brows, processing what his friend had just suggested.

“are you sure?” his sunset eyes were jumping from shu’s and then back down to those soft-looking lips – back and forth and back and forth and- “yeah, as long as i can help you a bit i’d be glad.” 

mysta wasted no time as he pressed his lips onto shu’s, earning a surprised yelp which he swallowed hungrily. purple tinted fingers held onto mysta’s ash brown hair, nails scraping his scalp at all the right places. the detective used one of his hands to wander underneath the short top, giving one of the buds an experimental and weak flick – shu moaned. he moaned beautifully and full of shock, body stuttering and growing hotter any second. mysta used the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other’s mouth, shu just accepting his fate.

the brunette’s other free hands slid onto one of those milky and perfect thighs, giving the silky flesh a gentle squeeze, drawing another muffled noise out of shu. mysta was enjoying this, he was enjoying this to a point he believed he could get addicted to it. everything inside his mind was just shu, shu, shu, shu, shu, shu-

they parted lips, breathing heavily with rising chests and spinning heads. shu’s eyes were glassy and his whole face flushed with a bright red; something inside mysta was proud. who would’ve thought shu seiso yamino could look like a little whore? needy and lewd, already a tent forming in those boxers, panting like a bitch.

“m- mysta, i- nghhh frick-” his head was falling back alongside his eyes as mysta latched himself onto the ravenette’s neck, sucking and licking and biting and kissing every spot of skin he could catch, grinding their hips together as he did so. the detective’s hands were gripping his waist with so much force, he was certain there would be bruises tomorrow.

shu’s hands tugged on mysta’s shirt, signaling that he wanted it off – the detective made quick work of it as he was feeling himself heating up anyway. the smell of sweat and sex in the air before they even did anything (and yet both of them were completely hard already).

“turn around”, the brunette hushed between sloppy wet kisses, flicking shu’s bud before the sorcerer hazily rolled his body over. mysta had a shit-eating grin on his face, grabbing both of the sorcerer’s cheeks and pulling them apart. shu’s ass felt as nice and heavenly as he imagined, perfectly plump and bouncy.

he experimentally pushed his bulge between the cheeks, earning himself a choked sound – this surely had to be a dream.

“you look so pre’ey, shu”, mysta cooned, slipping one finger under the waistband of the boxershorts, pushing the sorcerer’s body against the counter, knowing that shu’s dick was being sandwiched by his body and the hard surface. the sorcerer was trying to say something, a response, but all that arrived in mysta’s ears was cut-off breathing. 

the brunette slowly slid the thin fabric off of the trembling body under him, letting it hit the floor and tangle around shaking ankles. his hands were kneading the plump cheeks, spreading and pulling them apart even wider – what a gorgeous view, mysta thought.

he got onto his knees, face getting closer.

shu was about to ask what he was doing there but a warm feeling against his exposed ass stopped every thinking process inside his hard working head. a small scream was all he could muster, feeling mysta’s tongue in places he never imagined he would feel it (not that he had ever thought about getting fucked by one of his best friends, nooo, shu yamino would never).

purple eyes rolled to the back of his head as a finger was being pushed in, a sensation shu has even dreamt to experience. his heart was hammering against the hard surface of the counter, his hips unconsciously searching for mysta’s touch while rubbing himself on the countertop, chasing sweet relief. the detective took his sweet time opening up the quivering mess he had made out of the shu yamino, fingers scissoring into the tight heat while his tongue would slick them up every few seconds.

upon adding a third finger, shu let out a loud groan, hiding his face on his forearm.

“there we are”, mysta mumbled, satisfied as his fingers started to massage a single spot.

“w-what- what is that-”, the sorcerer cried, feeling his legs shivering and his whole body tingle. he unconsciously tried squirming away from the touch, it was just too much for him – for shu, who was used to just give, give, give to others (little did he know he was giving so much to mysta at that moment).

“that’s your prostate.” the vibrations of the detective’s lips against his quivering self was the final push for him; with a loud and throaty moan shu spilled himself all over the counter, smearing his cum against the sweaty skin of his stomach. deep but short breaths were all he could manage, trying to concentrate on standing on his two wobbly legs after the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

shu wasn’t one to experiment with his body in his free time (unlike some of his friends or specifically, mysta), nor was he one who would masturbate regularly. in his high school days more than ever, “more” meaning “maybe twice a month”; it was safe to say shu yamino wasn’t one to experience orgasms often and never from getting eaten out and fingered by his best friend. 

slowly his brain started working again, rationality kicked in and words were forming on the tip of his tongue. he could barely register mysta gripping his waist till something hot pressed against the rim of his hole. his dizzy head was concluding it had to be those damned skilled fingers again.

“mysta, i just ca- NGH-” the brunette had unceremoniously started to shove his dick into shu, making the ravenette squirm. his purple-tinted hands were scrambling on the countertop trying to get a grip on something, anything, to keep him sane. the stretch was taking his breath away, the subtle feeling of a warm burn making him feel like he would split in half. choked out sobs, breaths, eyes wide, and legs shaking; “mysta, mysta, wait, oh my gosh, wait, holy sh- please-”

“relax, i gotchu.” mysta’s hot breath was sending goosebumps down his neck and chest, his deep voice so close to his bright red ears made something inside shu tilt.

“okay, okay”, the sorcerer whispered in a panicked state, the rational part of his brain yelling at him to trust mysta because that’s what he’s been doing for the longest time; mysta’s embrace felt safe and warm, his hands roughy but shy at the same time, movement wild although shu could clearly sense hesitation, “i trust you, mysta.”

butterfly kisses between shu’s shoulderblades fully relaxed his body again, pleasure drowning his mind full. his moans were getting louder the faster mysta went and he was pretty sure his eye makeup was completely ruined.

“fuck, you feel like heaven, shu”, the detective groaned before twisting his hand in shu’s hair, wrapping obsidian and purple locks around his fist. he pulled on it experimentally, waited for a negative reaction from the sorcerer and when there was none he fully pulled shu’s head up with the hair, speeding up his thrusts and the force in which he railed poor shu against the counter. 

a high pitch scream and a mantra of “mysta mysta mysta please please mysta” was all the ravenette could babble, his body too hot and mind too fuzzy to even form coherent thoughts anymore.

the sound of sweaty skin against sweaty skin didn’t even register for the two of them, focus on every tiny movement from the other; mysta’s other hand was back to playing with shu’s chest while his lips, tongue and teeth marked everything they could. his mind was set on painting shu’s skin with everything he had to offer, pretty milky canvas only there to be painted by mysta and mysta alone.

“c- can’t- mysta, i- i can’t”, choked sobs broke the mantra before shu went back to high pitched moans. 

“can’t what?”, mysta chuckled breathlessly, removing his hand from the sorcerer’s chest, grabbing that slim little waist again (with some more force than necessary, of course).

“please, please”, shu cried while looking for the detective with one of his hands, making cute grabbing motions, “cum, wanna cum- please inside, inside, mysta.”

a devilish grin formed on mysta’s lips and he let shu grab onto his own hand resting on the ravenette’s waist: “so needy.”

another scream could be heard from shu, nails drawing blood because of the sheer force he started to grip mysta’s hand with — the detective had changed his angle, hitting the sorcerer’s sweet spot with every thrust. single hot tears rolled down shu’s rosy cheeks and before he could even register his body’s reaction, he came again.

his legs shook one last time before he couldn’t hold himself up no more, almost slipping down if it wasn’t for mysta’s fast reflexes catching him. now completely out of power, he felt like a fleshlight for the detective to use; mysta was gripping his waist and pushing him back on his cock after he pulled out, movement sloppier but still enough to send shu into complete overstimulation. he was a crying mess and trying to hold his upper body up with angled arms on the dirty counter, throat too hoarse to beg — for what? he didn’t even know anymore, all he felt was pleasure, way too much of it, and he was sure his brain had melted into the puddle he felt himself as. 

with one big thrust shu felt himself getting filled up with something hot and he let out an exhausted sigh. he rested his forehead on his arms, feeling mysta do a few slower and way softer pushes till he leaned forward to give him another kiss on the shoulder.

“you okay?”, mysta whispered anxious, post sex anxiety hitting him like a truck; he was scared he hurt shu beyond forgiveness. 

“yeah… yeah, i’m okay, just tired”, the ravenette hushed back, turning his head to look at mysta’s ocean eyes. they were wide in worry and shu thought it didn’t match the deep blush and sweat on his forehead. it took them both a few minutes of deep breathes for the bodies to calm down again, for the blood to stop rushing so loudly in their ears.

an amused laugh rung deep through his chest, which was still unmarked in comparison to his backside, and mysta blinked in confusion.

“you know”, shu chuckled, “when i suggested i could help you relax, i meant something like video games or watching a movie.” his best friend stared at him in disbelief, lips parting to say something but there were no words coming out, only pure shock on mysta’s face. shu’s ruined makeup — staining the underside of his eyes with black and red, the tear streaks clearly visible due to the mascara — was partly responsible for mysta’s reaction, his best friend just looked so incredibly hot and ruined and he could almost start jumping and screaming around in ecstasy knowing he , lousy detective mysta rias, was the one who completely demolished the oh-so composed sorcerer.

“don’t worry, this did the job, right? i don’t mind”, shu smiled, taking his wobbly arm up to comb through mysta’s damp hair and occasionally scraping his scalp with long nails. it was new, for both of them, but especially shu, and humans were mistakenly scared of new things most of the time; shu figured the unknown was more fun to explore if he had someone he trusted with him.

“you-“, mysta bit his lip, his eyes were burning with tears daring to overflow, “you’re unbelievable.” a low chuckle was all that followed from him before he hid his face between shu’s shoulders, still swimming in a sea of lavender and the taste of laughter on his tongue.