#yutenga

Yuta:

Tenga: I meant hang.

Yuta:

Tenga: Actually, no, I didn’t.

I wrote a kiznaiver fic! it’s tengaxyuta

With a sigh, he trudged along the campus, his shoes kicking through giant muddy puddles on his way to the parking garage. His backpack was soaked through completely, and he had little hope for his notebooks and textbooks surviving since he had been caught in the downpour earlier. His only consolation was that his day was finally over and everyone else looked the same as him—drenched and miserable as they walked around.

Gray eyes rolled as he walked closer to the garage. The rain had stopped about half an hour earlier but his clothes were a dripping mess. Once he stood just outside the garage, he made the decision to start stripping off his clothes as he walked to his car parked on the fourth floor.

Who was going to care anyway? This was college, no one gave a damn about anything here.

His jacket was the first to go. He scowled at the article of clothing that did little to prevent the rest of his clothes from soaking through.

After balling it up and holding it in his arms, he paused by the stairs of the garage he decided to take (because who knew if the elevator would work—he was paranoid enough that hey, maybe the massive rain their desert of a town was unprepared for would make the elevators stop working just as he walked inside) and took off the dark blue, long-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

He took the stairs—thankful no one was around—and when he reached the final floor, he looked up into the cloudy sky and sighed. With a shake of his head, he stepped closer to the edge of the garage and took off the black undershirt he wore, exposing his skin to the clean, humid air.

He bundled up all his clothes, making a mental note to throw everything into the hamper as soon as he got home, when a low whistle snatched him out of his reverie.

He froze and turned around, looking into the smirking face of an attractive man, who leaned casually against a beautiful black car that was unfortunately partially covered in mud.

"Y'know, you don't normally expect a strip show when you come out of your car late for class." The man spoke, reaching into his car and pulling out a dry messenger bag. His hazel eyes looked playful. Yuta blushed but rolled his eyes.

"Everything's wet." Yuta paused briefly. "I would've started taking off my pants but now that I know I'm being watched, that's not gonna happen."

The man with the hazel eyes laughed. "You look like a sexy drowned rat."

Gray eyes blinked. "That… I don't understand that image in the slightest, but thanks for the attempt at a compliment."

The man nodded. He held a hand out. "Name's Tenga."

Yuta regarded the hand for a moment. He reached out and grasped it. "Yuta."