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The smell of whiskey filled the air as the bartender grabs a bottle and pours drinks for the several people flocked near the counter. Asakura Jo would usually not last in a bar for more than 10 minutes, but he’s been in Tokyo Nights for almost two hours now. The mixing scent of the various kinds of beer has basically glued itself on his clothes and skin.
But he doesn’t mind. Not when Nakakita Yuma was performing in front of him. On the stage, where he belongs.
After that fateful meeting in the Kanshou Arts Festival three months ago, Jo and Yuma just clicked instantly. Yuma’s show that Jo saw for the first time that night was an unforgettable experience, partially because he was offered a Cosmo by the bartender, which Yuma gently declined for him after knowing Jo’s alcohol tolerance (and he appreciated it so much he almost kissed the guitarist). Jo could also not forget that night mostly because of Yuma’s breathtaking performance and how, even in the multitude of girls and boys that were shouting his name, his eyes were glued to Jo the whole time.
Jo realized Yuma might actually complete him if he ever did stay in Jo’s life.
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It was the band’s usual weekend night show. They have been performing in Tokyo Nights for five months now, providing the bar a chance at financial stability as their shows always attracted a big crowd. Tonight was not any different; Jo sat at his usual table, which was the farthest at the back (but where Yuma could still see him), and the swarm of people were in front of him. They were jumping along to the band’s new song that Jo had the privilege to listen to the day before.
Jo had joined everyone a while ago when the band sang their first song. But three songs in, Jo had felt his social battery die, so he moved to where he was at the moment. Behind everyone else, silently admiring the band.
Yuma was made aware of Jo’s tendency to get overwhelmed with big crowds during their walk to Tokyo Nights on the day they met. Yuma acknowledged it without any judgment and told Jo to “be anywhere you'd feel comfortable in, as long as I can see you.”
And that's exactly what Jo did every time the band performed.
“That's our last song for tonight! Thank you so much again for coming to see us!” Cheers engulfed the bar as the Wolftype members held hands and bowed. The people shouted “encore!” but everyone knew they were done for the night.
Wolftype interacting with the crowd after their performance has been an unwritten rule within the band. They would go down from the stage and talk with the people that came to watch them, and they would also sign notebooks or take pictures with them.
Jo could only observe. He had enough pictures with Yuma and the rest of the band members on his phone that he didn't bother inserting himself in the crowd just to get up close with them. He even has the opportunity to listen to their unreleased tracks, so he figured not to be too selfish and give others a chance with the band.
But watching the band from afar would mean seeing Yuma interact and act all flirty with the audience, mostly with the girls that are screaming for his attention. Yuma is a star, and Jo knew of that from the very beginning.
But is he wrong for feeling anxious and jealous when he sees Yuma in close proximity with them? He is just human, after all.
As much as Jo wants to think that what he is feeling is valid, he just can't. He doesn't even have the right to feel this way; Yuma was never his in the first place.
“Hey dude, why the long face?” Jo doesn’t know how long he’s been staring into space. He looked up to see Nicholas, the band’s drummer. Jo’s first impression of him was the total opposite of the Nicholas he knows now. Who he thought was a rude, ignorant guy turns out to be a caring man that knows how to read the room.
“Hey, Nicholas,” Jo greeted. The drummer sat beside him, eyeing the glass with red wine in Jo’s hand that he always never manages to finish. “You good?” Nicholas asked. Jo forced a smile at him. “Just fine,” he replied. The distant scream from the stage caught both boys’ attention. Yuma and the rest of the band members were still busy entertaining the fans.
“You’re totally not fine. But I won’t push you to share,” Nicholas replied, slouching on the seat. “I may have a hunch it's about Yuma,” he added. Jo stayed quiet. Of course Nicholas’ gut tells him it's about Yuma. Of course it does.
“He likes you a lot, dude. Just so you know,” Nicholas meets Jo’s eyes. And while Nicholas’ eyes normally look like they’ve got a deep hatred for everyone, this time they were calm.
If Jo doesn't know how to receive compliments, he is also unaware of how to act after a confession. All he knows is that he would feel his face heat up, and his ears start to burn and look so red that they might burst.
Which is exactly what's happening to him right now.
“Don't be embarrassed. I’m just saying this because that's what I noticed,” Nicholas chuckled lightly. Jo followed suit as he covered his ears. “I get that you want to comfort me and all, but seriously, I’m okay,” Jo lied through gritted teeth. To prove his point, he chugged the remaining wine in the glass in one go. The flavor of cherries and ripe strawberries hit his tongue, overwhelming him. His face may have scrunched, but he hoped Nicholas didn't notice. He doesn't want to worry him. He never wants anyone else to stress over his problems.
“If you say so,” Nicholas shrugged and stood up. “I’ll head backstage. Just text me anytime you need someone, okay?” Nicholas said, patting Jo’s shoulder in reassurance. “Got it. Thanks, Nicholas.”
Once he was left alone, Jo looked back at the crowd in front of him. There were still a few fans talking to the rest of the members of the band. Euijoo, the bass guitarist, looked like he wanted to get out. He was an introvert like Jo, which is why they found each other’s silence comforting on days that Jo would watch their rehearsals.
Jo’s eyes drifted to Yudai, the band’s vocalist and keyboardist. Compared to Euijoo, Yudai was a big E. He loved interacting with people and making connections. He was the reason why the band managed to bag a gig at Tokyo Nights (it apparently involved several drinks, flirting, and dad jokes with the bar’s manager, Fuma). Yudai’s determination and diligence to get work done made Jo look up to him as a role model.
And then there was Yuma. The sophisticated and charming electric guitarist Yuma that stole not only Jo’s heart, but also everyone else that sees him. Whenever Yuma performs, Jo can feel his passion shine through. Yuma took the time to introduce Jo to the things he loves, such as music, and Jo still hasn’t grasped the reality that he has established a space in Yuma’s world.
Because moments like now, where Yuma is surrounded by people that understand him and his interests better than Jo ever could, convince him that they should be the ones in his position instead.
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Yuma caught Jo’s eyes. He smiled wide and said a few more words to the small crowd with him before he walked away from them and towards Jo. The latter felt his heartbeat quicken. Maybe he will never get used to being in Yuma’s presence.
“Hey, Jojo,” Yuma greeted. Jo smiled shyly, steering his gaze away from the boy and to the empty glass in front of him. “Hey, Yuma,” he replied. “How did I do today?” Yuma asked, sitting close to the other boy.
“You were awesome, as usual,” Jo said. He finally faced Yuma who, despite the dim light of the bar, looked stunning. Even with his mascara smudged and his hair sticking out in some places, Jo still found him pretty.
“And you finished the wine, which is unusual,” Jo unconsciously tightened his grip on the glass. “It must've tasted good, huh?” Yuma chuckled. Jo laughed too, albeit awkwardly; he was glad Yuma did not notice anything strange about him tonight. “I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the taste,” Jo reasoned. Yuma held his hand, grasping the glass now too. “I’m glad you’re making yourself comfortable here. But if anything happens that you might want to get out of the bar, just do so, okay?”
There it is again. The fast drumming of Jo’s heart. Was it because of the physical contact? Or the reassurance and consideration? Maybe both. Jo knew that whatever Yuma does, it will always make him feel the good weird that he used to just hear from other people. He liked the feeling of it, until he didn’t. Not when the certain anxiousness and jealousy would start to ache again.
Jo nodded to what Yuma said. “Okay, I will. But I doubt that’ll happen, since everyone here seems pretty nice,” Jo replied as he looked around the bar. The faces of bartenders and regulars have given Jo familiarity, and he wasn’t as scared as the first time he was here. “Still. People get pretty weird, especially when drunk. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Jo chuckled softly. “Hey, what’s so funny about me showing concern?” Yuma asked, punching Jo’s arm lightly. A small pout was on Yuma’s face, and it took Jo all his might to prevent himself from leaning in. “You don’t have to worry too much, okay? I’m big enough to handle myself,” Jo assured, earning an understanding nod from Yuma. “If you say so.”
“That being said, you don't have to walk me home tonight,” Jo’s eyes once again landed on the empty glass in his hand. Ever since the first time that Jo watched the band’s gig, Yuma has been on his side as they walked to Jo’s apartment that was luckily just two blocks away from the bar. Yuma always wanted to make sure Jo arrived home safe and sound.
“Oh. I see,” It would be a lie to say that what Jo said did not sting. Yuma was looking forward to walking Jo home tonight; he always did, every time. And because Jo has never refused to walk with him until now, it hurts. Like he just got punched in the stomach.
But as much as Yuma wanted to ask why, he didn’t press any further. He could feel Jo’s hesitation, and he doesn’t want to make the latter even more uncomfortable than he may already be. “Just be careful on the way home, yeah?” Jo smiled at him, and while that should at least relieve Yuma, the uneasiness in his chest didn't dissipate.
It continued on when he sent Jo towards the door; when he watched Jo’s figure get smaller and smaller as he walked home; and when he lazily dragged himself backstage.
“Thought you were walking Jo home?” Yudai asked once he noticed Yuma slipping into the room. Yuma sighed and sat on the couch that Nicholas was sleeping on. “He said I didn't have to,” Yuma answered as he leaned back into the couch and covered his eyes with his arms. Nicholas woke up from his sleep because of the sudden shift of the couch.
“Why? That's weird,” Euijoo asked, whose hands were busy wiping off whatever dirt was on his bass guitar. Yuma could feel three pairs of eyes looking at him, waiting for an answer.
Yuma said nothing.
“You didn’t ask why,” Nicholas’ groggy voice filled the room after a few minutes of silence. Yuma sighed, defeated. He finally looked at his friends. Their faces were covered in concern; the same look they gave him when he sprained his wrist two weeks before their first gig as an official band.
“I think he was uncomfortable, so I didn’t ask more,” Yuma reasoned. Nicholas was the first one who looked away with a subtle roll of eyes. “You guys aren't even officially together yet but y’all already acting like this,” he mumbled, but they all heard it anyway.
“You really can't blame them, Nico. It's both their first time,” Yudai countered, walking towards the two boys situated on the couch. He patted Yuma on the shoulder in consolation. “That's why as early as now, the both of you should learn how to communicate.”
“And be honest with each other,” Euijoo added, now placing his bass guitar inside his gig bag. Yuma looked at Nicholas expectedly, hoping he could also share some advice. “From what I observed, Jo is like Euijoo from before,” Nicholas started. Euijoo rolled his eyes at that, but they just chuckled lightly.
Nicholas continued. “He's secluded. Keeps to himself,” Yuma wanted to retaliate; defend Jo because Nicholas doesn't know what he's saying, but no words came out of his mouth.
He realized he has never had a deep talk with Jo ever since they started seeing each other. They both haven't expressed how they feel with their current setup. They just let their actions speak for themselves.
But Yuma forgot that words are also needed to give meaning to those actions.
“And I felt that something was bothering him a while ago. I didn't press more because if he has to feel vulnerable to anyone, it has to be you,” Nicholas met Yuma’s eyes. “You're somebody important to Jo. He can tell you his thoughts, if you only ask and then understand.”
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Yuma then decided it was better to talk to Jo at their next gig. The days leading up to the next weekend were full of awkward calls and short messages. They weren't normally like this, so Yuma knew something was wrong. He’d ask Jo if he was okay, but the latter would only answer the same thing: I’m okay, don't worry.
And then the weekend came. Usually, Yuma would just wait until Jo arrives at the bar, but he had different plans tonight. He wanted to walk with Jo to the bar and spend time with him before the show starts.
So now he’s standing in front of Jo’s apartment door, knocking on it. What he didn't expect to see on the other end was Maki.
“Yuma?”
“Maki?”
They both questioned each other's existence at the same time. But Yuma could care less about the boy; his face was immediately drawn with concern. “Is Jo alright? What happened to him?” He flooded Maki with questions, and tried to force his way inside the apartment.
“W-wait,” Maki blocked the doorway. “I can't let you in,” Yuma was confused. “What?” He asked, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. He was in disbelief. There is no way in hell Maki is not letting him inside his lover's (?) apartment.
“Jo’s not in the mood today. He only wants me to be in here,” Maki replied, still blocking the way and using all his might to stop Yuma from getting in. “Can you at least tell me what happened? You're making me worried sick,” Anger turned to tears. Yuma could feel his throat tightening.
Maki sighed. “Jo said he would speak to you when he's ready. As of the moment, he just wants to be left alone.”
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Yuma could not focus. They were performing three songs tonight, one of which was Jo’s favorite unreleased track, but Yuma kept making mistakes. “Jesus Christ, Yuma. We’ve been through this three times. Can you please focus?” He bowed to the annoyed Nicholas. “I’m really sorry. Can we try again?”
“No. Go backstage and clear your head,” Yudai had that certain strictness in his voice, one that indicated his frustration. Though he concealed it better than everyone else in the room. Yuma could only bow in apology to him.
“You already know this song by heart, just don't mess it up on the actual stage later,” With that, Yuma dragged himself backstage. He really needed some time to process his thoughts.
A moment of silence helped. He doesn't know how long he's been napping, before Euijoo fetched him. “Yuma, we're about to start in 10 minutes,” The bass guitarist said, shaking Yuma lightly. Yuma stirred from his sleep, and adjusted his eyes to the sudden light from the ceiling.
“The two are angry at me, are they?” Was the first thing he spoke. Euijoo only chuckled, fixing Yuma's hair as the latter sat up. “They aren't. Just confused as to why you're suddenly strumming the wrong notes of a song you were so eager to perform,” Euijoo explained, and Yuma only sighed.
“You talked to Jo yet?” Euijoo asked to divert the subject. Yuma shook his head. “Wanted to. Tonight. But it seems like he wants to be left alone for now,” Yuma answered, standing up to retouch his makeup on the small vanity. “Really? How come he's here?”
Yuma froze. He looked at Euijoo through the mirror. “What do you mean?” He asked cautiously, wanting to make sure he didn't just make up what he heard. “He's here right now at his usual table,” It only took those words before Yuma was zooming out backstage.
And indeed there he was, Jo with his one glass of wine. Yuma’s heart fluttered. He was about to go down the stage and approach Jo when he was stopped by Yudai.
“You good to start?” The vocalist asked. He looked back to Jo to see the latter looking back at him. Yuma gave him a smile, to which Jo returned shyly. Albeit with something that Yuma could make out as regret, as well.
Yuma was going to talk to him tonight, no matter what.
“Never better.”
And the first song started. It was one of their popular songs that fans who have been there since they started out would recognize by heart. They titled it Firework after much thought during the writing process. The second song showcased more of who they really are: four boys who found each other in the midst of teenage crisis, and sought music as their gateway to freedom. When Yudai recommended Under the Skin, that’s the title they’ve been using since.
“Our last song is a track we’ve been working on since 2023,” Yudai introduced the next song they were going to perform. Cheers engulfed the bar as he revealed the details. “It’s different from the usual sound we make,” he explained. “I think the best thing about this track is that all of us sing in this one.”
The cheers started becoming louder once Nicholas, Euijoo, and Yuma joined Yudai and stood in front of their own microphones. “Somebody close to us requested that we perform this song,” Yuma added, directing his gaze solely at the person sitting at the very back. The crowd squealed, and they looked back as well, trying to see who Yuma was pertaining to. Yuma could see the red glow in Jo’s ears. The electric guitarist tried to hold back a smile; Jo was too cute when flustered. “And we–especially me–couldn’t say no. So, here it is.”
“We call it Who Am I. Dedicated to you and to your somewhere-in-between’s.”
The song was mellow, gut-wrenching, and a stab sent straight to Jo’s heart. He loved the song when the band let him listen to it because that’s what it let him feel. Different from the adrenaline rush he usually encounters when hearing the drums and guitars collide for an exhilarating beat.
It was something that he could deeply relate to, because really, who was he to Yuma?
But Yuma asks that too, when he sang the chorus and his eyes were just looking at Jo. Gleaming, pained, and confused. He never intended to shut Yuma out and hurt him like this, but Maki and Taki had advised him to collect his thoughts first before he starts sorting things out. It will help prevent him from saying anything stupid that could worsen the situation. He followed and trusted their words, as the couple went through the same thing before they officially made things clear between them.
He was going to swallow whatever pride was left in him, and make his and Yuma’s situation clear.
The song ended with claps instead of cheers because most of the people had tears streaming down their faces. It must have resonated the same way it lingered in Jo’s heart. “We hope y’all loved that song. We will be releasing it soon for you to enjoy it better. Thank you, and have a good night!” The band bowed, before parting ways to talk to the crowd. Jo was ready to divert his gaze, pretending that seeing Yuma talk to pretty people with shared interests didn’t affect him at all.
“Sorry ladies, I have something important to attend to,” he heard Yuma say instead, before he saw the said boy apologetically bowing to the small group and started making his way towards him. With every step Yuma took, Jo’s heartbeat quickened and quickened. Yuma stood in front of him, breathing heavily like he just ran a mile. “Can we talk?”
Yuma’s hand was out, just like an invitation. And Jo, despite feeling afraid of whatever the talk might lead to, bravely took the outstretched hand. It was warm and calloused, brought about by the years of practicing with strings. Jo’s was cold and soft, the delicate dedication to drawing visible with a tiny bump on his ring finger. And Yuma intertwined their contrasting hands, fitting on each other like perfect puzzle pieces.
Jo filtered the noise of gasps and Oh my god’s from the people around them, and just focused on Yuma. “Let’s go,” was all he heard before he was being pulled out from the place. When the night breeze hit their faces, they both sighed in relief. As if being inside the bar suffocated them for so long. They then started to walk hand-in-hand in the empty street, with really no point of direction. Maybe Yuma wants to stay in each other’s silence for a little longer, and Jo would like that, too.
Their feet led them to a familiar road, until Jo realized they were in front of his apartment. “Your home is the best place I could think of where I know we’d both be comfortable to talk. I hope it’s okay,” Yuma reasoned. Jo nodded almost too quickly. “It’s totally fine,” he replied. Yuma let go of Jo’s hand then, which prompted the latter to unlock the door.
Yuma was greeted by the sweet smell of mixed flowers that detergents would always advertise. Jo probably did laundry before he left. “I apologize for the mess. I was making drafts for commissions,” Jo was pertaining to the center table scattered with papers and coloring pencils. Yuma looked a little bit closely, and they were pencil markings with no definitive outline yet. “No worries,” he replied. He stood near the doorway awkwardly as Jo tried to salvage whatever he could clean. Yuma tried to hold back a smile (again) because a flustered Jo will always be cute in his eyes.
“Do you want a drink? Coffee? Juice?” Jo said after he dusted off his hands. Yuma shook his head. “I think water would be nice,” he requested instead, and Jo immediately disappeared to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Yuma sat down in the dining area as he waited. Jo was back a few seconds later, glass in hand. “I didn’t put ice. Might be too cold,” Jo said before he handed the water. Yuma gave him a smile before gulping down the content of the glass in one go. “Woah, you are definitely thirsty,” Jo commented, almost holding back a laugh.
Yuma laughed at him instead. “Sorry. I haven’t drank an ounce of H2O after the performance,” Jo chuckled before sitting down beside Yuma. Once their noises died down, no one spoke for a little while. Neither knew the proper words to say to bring up the past few days. Despite being in the comfort of a place they were both familiar with, it was still hard.
But Jo knew he had to start. So he breathed in deeply, and placed an open hand on the table. This time, he was the one inviting Yuma. The latter looked at him briefly before reaching out to hold Jo’s hand. Connected, just like puzzle pieces.
“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately,” Jo started, voice shaking. It’s difficult, but he will try and not let the tears swallow him first. “You didn’t do anything wrong, none at all,” Yuma was squeezing Jo’s hand now as the latter’s voice started to break. “My reason is petty, and I just hope you won’t hate me.”
“As long as you didn’t kiss somebody else then that’s okay,” Yuma joked, trying to lighten up the mood. That made Jo laugh a little. “No, I like you too much to think of someone else,” Jo admitted. He knows his ears are flaming red now because of shyness, but he has to reassure Yuma.
“Jo, you can’t just say something like that,” Yuma was red on his cheeks now, too. “But it’s true,” Jo said, now putting his other hand on top of their already intertwined hands. “So much so that I’m afraid of losing you to somebody better.”
That made Yuma swiftly pan his head towards the other. “What are you talking about?” He asked, utterly confused. “There is no one better,” Yuma added, squeezing Jo’s hand tightly than he ever did a while ago. A reassurance. Jo sighed and nodded. “It’s just that every time I see you talk to your fans, the people who share the same interests as you, a voice in my head starts saying that they should be the one in my position instead.”
“Just because we have the same music taste?” Yuma was baffled. But he tried not to get his frustration ahead of him and listened to more of what Jo has to say. “Not to mention most of them are really pretty,” Jo added. He pouted a little too much that it attracted Yuma’s eyes. “I told you it’s a really petty reason!” And then suddenly, tears were streaming down Jo’s face.
“I admit that I sometimes feel jealous when I see you with them, how you seem to relate so much with each other, and with just how happy you look. And it frustrates me because I feel like I don’t have the right to feel this way,” Jo explained with hiccups in between. That was a jab to Yuma’s chest. “Because what are we, anyways?” Another jab, and this time it almost took away Yuma’s breathing.
“But I also understand that it’s your job to entertain. You’re a star, after all,” Jo chuckled sadly.
Jo wanted to say more, but his sobs made it hard. Yuma was starting to tear up seeing Jo like this. He must have bottled it for so long, and Yuma had no idea. So he did what he knew he could do best, and grabbed Jo for a hug.
They stayed like that for a while, slotted in each other’s warmth until Jo’s sobs quieted down. Yuma’s caresses to Jo’s back was so comforting it almost brought him to dreamland. That is until Yuma spoke, voice soft and careful. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way. I should’ve known, should’ve read you more.”
“I said it’s not your fault. It’s just my overthinking ass,” Jo shook his head as he broke the hug, looking straight at Yuma. “Still. I didn’t check on you well enough,” Yuma responded. “But again, just like you said, I was just doing my job. With all those people I’ve talked to, no one compares to you.” The red glow on Jo’s ears was back. Yuma smiled.
“I told you back then it was difficult for me to open up to people, and you never pressured me. You waited until I could peel off one layer after another and slowly reveal myself to you,” Yuma remembers the night a week after they started hitting it off, when he told the detail about himself to Jo. “Could those people understand me better than you do? I don’t think so. You know why?”
Jo mumbled a small “why?”, and Yuma leaned closer. “Because I can see that you are genuine. And that made me feel safe.” Jo’s lips quivered once again, and his eyes brimmed with tears. “We might be on the other ends of the art spectrum–you with drawing, me with music–but it still doesn’t change the fact that I like you and want only you.”
Those words hit more than anything Jo has ever heard tonight, and he couldn’t help but sob again. “C-can I be yours then? Like, officially?” He managed to blurt out. Yuma let out a chuckle.
“Of course.”
Yuma’s thumb instinctively wiped off the tears on Jo’s face. He was still pretty like this, and his red nose invited Yuma to lean in and leave a small kiss on it. It startled Jo, and Yuma’s eyes widened. He then realized he most probably, definitely, crossed a line.
He backed off, ready to bury himself 6 feet under the ground that instant and resent himself even in the afterlife. “Wait, shit. I’m sorry! I didn't mea–”
But Jo pulled him hard, closing the small distance between them. Before he knew it, Yuma felt softness on his lips.
He froze. Jo’s lips were on his.
It only lasted for a few seconds, before Jo pulled away. He looked at Yuma with hooded eyes, probably enticed with the moment as much as the former.
Oh, Yuma was so fucked. He knew the taste of Jo's strawberry chapstick would linger for the rest of his life.
“No need to say sorry. You can kiss me anytime and anywhere you want from now on,” Jo’s words hit Yuma like a truck. Right. He breathed in to compose himself.
No need to worry. He is Jo’s now, after all.
“Okay,” a deep breath in and out. He looked at Jo once again and seeing his lips almost, almost, made Yuma lose the composure he just gathered. But he is still sane enough to ask for permission.
“Can I kiss you again?”
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“Babe, can you please pose like this?” It was one lazy Sunday, and Yuma was shifting his attention between watching the movie playing on the television and looking down at his boyfriend who was situated in between his legs, hands busy with forming his characters.
Yuma looked at the iPad Jo practically shoved towards his face. It was an unfinished Yoru, who looked like he was standing with his hands hidden inside the pockets of his jeans. Yuma followed suit. Jo’s smile was so wide it almost reached his ears. “Okay, hold that,” he squealed and quickly grabbed his phone. He snapped a few shots, before saying an energized “Thanks!”
“What’re you going to do with the pictures?” Yuma asked as he settled down back on the couch. “Nothing, just for reference,” Jo replied, but Yuma can see right through him. He could only chuckle. “If you say so.”
[nk.yuma]: sk8tones mentioned you in their story.
making some fanart for the real-life yoru! :p
(and sorry ladies, he’s taken)