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❤  fourtimes my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time theyadmit it. 

I. The first time started with a joy of two drunk teenagers,who had never experienced such an amount of alcohol flowing throughtheir systems. The building was empty, many windows broken, Yuseiand Jack laying on the ground with their heads close to each other’s,Jack’s jacket under their backs as the only protection from cold.Closeness of his best friend was oddly comforting, aswell as the sound of rain outside, the soothing concoction includingeverything, along withthe faint scent of the other and his quiet voice, even if for a shortmoment Jack stopped listening. The realisation of happinesshe was feeling at the moment hit as a punch in the face – butpunches never bring smiles, contraryto realisation that there is still something in the Satellite worthfighting for another day. Thetaller man tilted his head tothe side, and his eyes met Yusei’s.   “AndKiryu… I really like him, you know?”Jackclosed his slightly partedlips.

II.The second time he woke up inthe middle of the night. Jack meant to get a drink to help himselffall asleep again, but having headed to the kitchen, noticed that thelights in the garage were still one. A pair of amethyst eyes rolled,how many times he would reiterate that this way Yusei kept destroyinghis health? Swearingto himself that in the morning he would punch Bruno’s idiotic facefor letting Yusei continue their shared work for such late hours,Jack went downstairs. He leaned over the sleeping man, however, theidea of covering him with a blanket died off in Jack’s mind once hefelt the cold reigning around.One arm under Yusei’s knees, the other supporting his back, and Jacklifted him up, pulling close to his chest. Back upstairs, close toYusei’s bedroom, Jack’s attention was caught by a quiet voice, “Youkinda care, don’t you?”Kinda?Care? Jack lackedwords to express how ridiculous it sounded, as ridiculous that for abreif moment Jack considered putting Yusei straight. But his body wastoo soft, too perfectly fitted into his arms, and his lips weredefinitely too close his friend’s.Fortunately, pretending was mastered by him excellently.  “Maybe.”

III.The next time took place the night after he’d decided to leave the city. Thewords he wished to say himself, Jack expected Yusei to say out loud.Maybe he wanted to make it easier for himself, maybe his nervousnessstopped him from the confession if he was not ascertained the feelingwas mutual. Maybe he was afraid of ruining anything more. What Jackknew for sure was that he hadn’t been feeling that alone since thelong nights in Godwin’s mansion. Withone difference: right now it was his choice, yet the promise wasbroken after another failed attempt to fall asleep.“Why are you up?” Jack grumbled after entering the other man’s bedroom, seeing Yusei sitting on his bed. As though he was doing it out of spite, as though it he was testing Jack’s limits purposely.And that was how Jack ended up in Yusei’s bed. Both lying on their sides, looking at each other, hands within a distance of less than one inch. “Yusei,” Jack finally found enough courage to break the silence.“Shh,” the taller duellist’s heart skipped as Yusei’s fingers gently grasped on his shoulder. “I know. I will miss you too.”

IV. Another time was the most unexpected. During one of the tournaments within the scope of Riding Ace, Jack met up with Dragan. Nothing special, just a cup of coffee with a person he’d grown to a state of kind of liking. Jack could blame only himself for getting off his guard during the conversation, what resulted with chocking on his beverage after the other’s question, “Why are you talking about him all the time?”   “You mean Yusei?”   “You know, I’ve heard about him more than your duelling successes. Admit, that’s… weird.”Jack averted his eyes from the other, sipping his drink silently. No, he wasn’t talking, let alone thinking about Yusei more than normally just because he was talking to his and Yusei’s mutual friend.   “I could even think that you’re in love.”The words that were supposed to tease him brought an astonished, nearly embarrassed expression onto his visage, what oddly amused Dragan. “Don’t say you are…?”   “I don’t.”

☠  five times two times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

ONE. It’s not easy to get pissed off at Yusei at all, usually the two of them agree on most things. But sometimes there are certain things he says, tiny little phrases that would probably be better off in his head. But it’s the anger is not a result of annoyance, but something else. The first time that the thought of hitting Yusei ever crossed Crow’s mind was the first time Crow was there to witness him putting himself in danger. And for a stupid reason none-the-less. Trying to resolve a heated argument with a group of crooks that Kiryu had caused, Yusei had taken full responsibility without a single cause to do so, and the thought that it could have ended a lot worse than it did was terrifying enough to make a knock-out a reasonable decision. TWO. The second time was not so different from the last. Yusei did often have a habit of wanting to do everything alone. At least, anything that was reasonably dangerous. And that was enough to annoy Crow, that self-sacrificing attitude would always annoy him. Friends were something that were often few and far between, and the prospect of one day losing Yusei because he was too honorable to allow his friends to help went off the scales of UNFAIR. Unfair to all of them. Crow had eventually managed to talk some sense into him, but with fists clenched he was very much on the edge of losing his temper. & THREE. But there was one time that really took the icing on the cake. Self-sacrifices can be noble and everything, but there’s always going to be one that’s a step out of line. And for a while, he was panicked. Terrified that his friend may very well have made one sacrifice too many and was no longer coming back. It took too long, too many minutes passed, too much time for him to get himself worked up. So, when Yusei eventually did show his face again, there was no hesitation before Crow’s hand struck the other across the cheek. His expression was a mess of fear, anger, and relief, tears welling in his eyes, but with the words  ❛  Never do something like that again.   ❜  He walks off.

send me hc + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon based on this word.

WHERE IS THIS AND WHERE CAN I FIND IT

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukTPYZwBU80

around 10:00