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As the seemingly charming man casually removed his jacket, the most iconic look on him and only him, Nanba couldn’t help feeling some sort of desire. Not that it was gross, if anything, he was embarrassed to realize this just now. His palms began to feel humid by each second and he attempted to wipe his hand against his pants without trying to make it obvious that he’s distressed.
Oh fuck.
Ichiban looked good—like really good without the jacket suit on him. The white long sleeved shirt transformed the man before him into a host who just ended his shift. That’s how flawless Ichiban seemed right now. His back was broad, enough to carry Ijincho’s troubles. To carry everyone’s burdens. To carry every responsibility in the book. And hidden underneath that white shirt, there laid a colored tattoo.
It was a tattoo of a koi dragon, and a beautiful one at that too. Nanba may not understand the yakuza world, but he knows Ichiban wears it with pride and he’ll respect it. Who knows, maybe it can be a symbol for future yakuzas. Ichiban folds his jacket neatly before flipping it onto the floor next to his shoes.
“It’s super hot right now— is it okay if I take off my shirt too, Nanba?”
Nanba was so awestruck to the point that he didn’t hear Ichiban call out his name the first time. “Nanba?”, Ichiban questioned again, not bothering to face him as his hands were rolling up his sleeves. An odd action, but he wasn’t going to comment on it. “A-Ah. Y-Yeah, whatever you want, Ichiban.”
“Sweet!”, remarked Ichiban with genuine glee. “Hopefully, I can find a bathhouse and laundromat tomorrow so we can be fresh clean heroes!” Ichiban’s hands made its way to remove the white long sleeved shirt that was tightly tucked into his pants. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt gently so as to not insult the piece of fabric. Well, mostly because Nanba knows that is ichiban’s best and only shirt. He eyes Ichiban's hands, imagining what it would be like if they were on him; touching and maybe even holding him. The rough callused fingertips teasing him everywhere and he means every fucking where.
Ichiban used his right hand to pull his pants lower and the other to wiggle out the stubborn shirt, and it worked. The shirt was now untucked. He brushed up the shirt and Nanba could see the tattoo now, feeling awkward in this situation. His face felt warmer and warmer each passing second which adds on to the feeling that he was intruding on ichiban's privacy, even though privacy was abandoned for many years.
But god, it doesn’t make it easier that Ichiban keeps tugging his pants down, despite the fact that the shirt isn’t tucked anymore. The ex-nurse was glad Ichiban wasn’t a female, or he would be called a pervert, with a red cheek to verify it.
He said he was going to just remove his shirt, so why is— Before he could think, he uttered out his confusion, “Ichiban.“ His voice sounded displeased, the total opposite of his actual mood.
“Hm?” Ichiban peered over his shoulders, granting Nanba his full attention. Nanba silently prays to god—if there’s even one—since the scene ahead of him makes Ichiban unusually irresistible. Ichiban wearing rolled up sleeves, a rare view, accompanied by both hands on his pants with the tail of his koi dragon being a small tease that there’s more underneath.
The position felt that Ichiban was implying sexual undertones, even if they were on the second floor, right above the survive bar. He can’t tell if he wanted to stop this or not. The latter seemed so tempted, but he controlled his impulses and proceeded to direct Ichiban’s attention to his lower body, “I don’t remember you mentioning your pants as well.”
Silence only filled the room, giving Nanba second thoughts on life itself before Ichiban’s laughter released him from the torture. “My bad. I guess I was thinking too far ahead.” He lifted his hand from his pants and resumed it to his shirt, popping off the buttons that remained. With the last button undone, he removed the thin layer off and fixed it similarly to what he did earlier, and set it on top of the red blazer.
“Much better! Aren’t you hot too, Nanba?”
Shit. Now he has to sleep next to a topless Ichiban. This was going to be a long night.