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“What the directors want is a date between the two of us, correct?”
A slender hand snakes its way around the index and ring finger of the purple haired boy- grasping gently- tenderly- delicately. It’s enough to send waves of shock- or more like fear- or maybe guilt- down the boy’s spine.
Right. Mayoi remembers why he’s here. He was spacing out for so long- but it just can’t seem to click in his head as to why he was here. How he was picked for this job. And how…
“Auh- a date? Ahh… well, yes, but…”
“Let’s not waste any time then, Mayoi-san.”
Those fingers- those fingertips that press so innocently against this tainted skin- pulled off and moved swiftly, to now grasp Mayoi’s hand- an embrace that this sinner truly isn’t worthy for.
…Well. How does Tatsumi seem so calm about this? Any of this?
Their proximity was never any of Mayoi’s concern- but now? In this context? With Tatsumi? In such a intimate setting?
Being seen as Tatsumi’s “husband”? Well, that’s…
“Mayoi-san, any time I spend with you is cherished deeply in my heart. But being on a date with you is a first for me. It means more than you would think…”
His voice rings in Mayoi’s ears. It’s nonsensical gibberish- a foreign language to the purple-haired boy. A sweet kind of music- Tatsumi’s face seems to soften as his eyes gaze back and forth at him- each spoken word sounding more like honey and jasmine, less than improv for a staged scenario. He feels Tatsumi’s warmth, the grasp on his hand growing tighter; secure in his embrace.
“…So I’m quite happy we were paired up for this. Let’s have lots of fun, okay?”
“Huu…”
He quivers- his own body so cold against the holy man that stands next to him.
“…Are you sure you should be seen with me like this? I mean.. I… I’m not…”
“Mayoi-san. Whatever negative you have to say about yourself- It’s not true at all. Not in my eyes.”
Tatsumi’s gaze is more firm- not demeaning by any means- just solid. His body shifts slightly- guiding Mayoi over to one of the sections of the cutesy shop- an aisle of frilly dresses.
“Whether people judge this or not doesn’t matter to me. What matters is our time spent together. Unless..” Tatsumi pauses, his eyes looking somewhere else. “It’s not okay with you?”
“No! Well- not at all! I mean-” Please don’t think such sour things, Tatsumi-san! I want everyone to know about our love!
“It’s not that- I love… I love spending time with you, too… I’m sorry- being asked to do such romantic things with you- it’s…” Mayoi’s free hand instinctively move to fidget with the loose strands of his hair nervously. His voice trails.
“…It’s quite… different than what I’m used to…”
“It’s alright, Mayoi-san. Let’s take our time together, okay? I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Tatsumi’s answers were vague- yet sweet- yet oddly romantic- as if Mayoi was really playing some visual novel. Though, Tatsumi wouldn’t make a bad male romance in such a game- not at all…
He’d be perfect. Maybe Mayoi truly was blessed by some god today.
“Hehe, take a look at this. Aren’t they cute?”
Mayoi wasn’t able to reply to Tatsumi’s previous comments- his field of view suddenly bombarded with what seemed to be one of the pretty dresses on display. This particular one was black and purple- with hints of white on the bows, frills, and heart-shaped buttons. The sewing was intricate- and it probably costed both arms and legs. Just looking at it made Mayoi start to panic- surely Tatsumi didn’t intend on buying it- Mayoi didn’t have such kind of money to spend?!
The thought of price didn’t concern the turquoise-haired man, however, as he pinned the dress up to Mayoi’s body. His hand smoothed down the chest-area, smiling. Delighted. Pleased, weirdly.
“It’d be quite cute on you.”
Cute?!
“Um-”
Tatsumi leaned in, his free hand cupping Mayoi’s chin- his breath clinging to Mayoi’s ear.
“I’d love to dress your body up in such pretty clothes, Mayoi.”
..?!
“Ah- ahh…”
Mayoi can feel his body start to give up. He steps back a little- his grip loosening on Tatsumi’s hand. If the flush on his face wasn’t obvious- surely it’d become a little more apparent now that his whole body was painted in such a bright red. He feels like a worm. A filthy worm who doesn’t deserve such teasing- Nothing but impurity floods his mind as Mayoi begins to stagger. Right. He is nothing but garbage.
To think of Tatsumi in such inhumane ways- the warmth of their bodies touching- their chests pressed together- their hands entwined- his lips oh so close–
“Uuuu! Ah- Tatsumi-san, please don’t say such things in such a manner! It’ll only cause trouble-! Nn…”
That’s it. It’s over. He’ll just die.
“Hehe. What’s wrong, Mayoi-san? It’s true, after all. Your body’s perfect for cute clothes- perhaps I shall try to dress you up one day… Ah, but you’d look beautiful in anything.”
Tatsumi knows. He knows what he’s doing. He’s some natural at this kind of stuff- isn’t he?
Mayoi’s eyes shift back-and-forth from Tatsumi’s loving gaze, to the directors on-set.
Right. Mayoi’s foolish to think that such words would ever be spoken to him outside of some scripts. It was merely pretense. No one would love him like this.
Tatsumi certainly wouldn’t.
–
“I’m glad we got that done with,” Kohaku’s voice strains as he stretches his arms out, dusting off the cogs in his muscles. “It’s a real nightmare to have to pretend all this lovey-dovey crap just for our fans.”
“HiMERU thinks so too…” HiMERU, who had stood next to Kohaku the whole time, talking casually with each other for the entirety of their own shoot- which somehow got the green light- kept a curious hand to his chin, staring off somewhere else.
“Fufu, you really think so? I think I had a wonderful time with Mayoi-san. While the premise of these shoots are supposed to be romantic, isn’t it nice to get to hang out with a friend?” Tatsumi placed a loving hand on the center of his chest, a smile bright enough to melt Mayoi away. How angelic he always is- these last few hours felt like total purification- an exorcism to wipe out all the evil from the garbage Mayoi was.
“Ahh.. yes, well… It was quite a lot- you had ran around the set and made me try on all these embarrassing outfits- not to mention all the sweet nothings you whispered in my ear…”
“Poor thing. HiMERU sympathizes with you.” HiMERU chides, pitiful- all the while shooting sharp glares deep into Tatsumi’s heart.
“Oh dear, was it too much, Mayoi-san? I’m sorry, it seems I got ahead of myself… I had never meant to overwhelm you.” Tatsumi’s tone shifted- more concerned for Mayoi’s well-being, he placed a soft hand on Mayoi’s back and rubbed rhythmic circles. The motion made him delirious- his body softening up to the touch. To say Tatsumi’s warmth never engulfed Mayoi’s whole being would be a straight lie.
“Ah- no! That wasn’t what I meant…” Mayoi turns to panic- that wasn’t what he was trying to say at all! If he had to spend everyday going out with Tatsumi like this, he’d just die of happiness, honest!
He leans in to Tatsumi’s touch, pursing his lips together. “I-I had a lot of fun with you today, it was just a lot all at once… I’ve never seen Tatsumi-san with such energy, it was quite different… Ah- Not that it was bad..!”
“Was I really that excitable? Oh dear, you’ll have to forgive me… I was just happy to get to enjoy today with you, Mayoi-san.”
Tatsumi keeps praising Mayoi- thanking him for merely being in his presence- getting to work together on a set like this- what was he trying to do? Buttering him up like this will only fuel the false hope Mayoi so desperately clings onto…
It’s not uncommon for Tatsumi to be so loving- but closing the gap- truly playing the part of an affectionate husband… Well, Mayoi wasn’t quite sure if he deserved any of this. He just bites the skin of his fingers and gazes up at him with big eyes. Pure and utter filth- being treated like wine and gold by the Heaven’s messenger.
“Yes, HiMERU could hear you from across the set. It was quite noisy. If we have to work together in the future- might HiMERU suggest to quiet down?” HiMERU cuts in before Mayoi could reply (though, maybe it’s best he didn’t- he would’ve said something he was sure to regret)- his interest more or less directed at his phone now.
“HiMERU should get going- it’s getting quite late, and HiMERU needs to return to the dorms to finish up work before midnight.”
“Ah, right. Love asked me to watch something with him tonight- I promised him I’d make it.” Kohaku’s hand rests in his pockets as he peers over to check the time on HiMERU’s phone.
“Ah, Aira-san? Tell him Mayoi and I wish him well.” Tatsumi’s hand peels off from Mayoi’s back (couldn’t it just stay on for just a little longer?) as he waves goodbye to the two of them.
“Yeah, don’t worry. See ya’!”
Kohaku and HiMERU both take their leave, leaving Mayoi to stand next to Tatsumi on the sidewalk. He catches his breath for a moment- Mayoi didn’t even realize he was holding it. He’s afraid to meet Tatsumi’s gaze- too afraid to face someone so holy- so he stares off into the distance until the silence breaks.
“I suppose I shall be heading off too, then. It is quite late- but time does fly when you’re having fun, yes?” Tatsumi speaks first, his whole body now facing Mayoi.
“Ah- yes! It was quite early when we started shooting- I had no idea we spent so much time together.. it was- very fun, Tatsumi-san… Ahh- I-I know it was merely for idol work, I must say I found myself enjoying it…”
It takes a lot of courage for Mayoi to speak up- and Mayoi would rather do somersaults off a cliff than tell Tatsumi how he truly feels. But Tatsumi is kind- all the impurity in his soul washes away the second that man enters the room.
Would he be all-forgiving to him, should the day ever come where his emotions burst out the door?
“Hehe. I could say the same, Mayoi-san. I would love to spend more time together outside of work.”
Tatsumi’s voice has grown strangely soft- and before Mayoi could even attempt to tear his eyes up from the ground to look at the taller- slender hands brush aside purple bangs. The touch of soft hair pressing against even softer fingertips…
“Ah-”
Tatsumi plants a chaste kiss on Mayoi’s forehead. His lips were even softer. Jasmine takes over Mayoi’s sense of smell.
?!
“T-Tatsumi san-?!”
And before Mayoi could dare protest and ask what he was doing- why he was doing it- maybe if he wanted more- Tatsumi was off. A few steps ahead- he waves a dismissive hand towards Mayoi’s direction. Though- never turns around to face him.
“Have a good night, Mayoi-san!”
Tatsumi bellows from afar, the distance only growing.
…
Mayoi’s not quite sure what to call it- but if he could- he wishes he could chase after him and pull him into a kiss- his heart bursting out of the cage of his chest. And then probably curl up into a little ball and just pass away.
If Mayoi wasn’t paying attention- he would’ve for sure missed the blush that crept up Tatsumi’s cheeks as he watched him walk off. Strands of hair loose and undone- Tatsumi seemed almost embarrassed.
…
Oh, how he wishes to pursue that angel.