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“Ahhh, this is taking forever!” Yuma sighs, looking at the door for the millionth time. He leans further back onto the couch and crosses his arms, sulking.
“Chill out. It shouldn’t be that much longer. You know how it is, this stuff takes time.” Maki doesn’t look at Yuma as he nudges him with his elbow. He appears to be focused on something on his phone. In reality, he’s looking past the screen, at the door.
“Maki, you’re not fooling anyone.” K is laughing because he’s standing behind Maki, so it’s easy for him to see that there’s nothing on Maki’s phone.
Maki shrugs, still trying to play it cool. But he does put his phone down. No point in pretending anymore.
“Do you think he’ll like it?” Jo is sitting at the table with Harua, Nico, and EJ, but it isn’t really clear who he’s asking.
“Hmm…probably?” Nico sounds unsure. “I don’t think he won’t like it. Does that make sense?”
“No. Not at all.” Harua laughs and tosses a rolled up piece of paper at Nico.
“Hey!” Nico starts to stand up but EJ puts his hand on his shoulder. Harua sticks his tongue out and grins.
EJ smiles and squeezes Nico’s shoulder. “I know what you mean. But actually…I’m pretty sure he’s going to love it.”
Yuma chimes in with confidence, “Of course he will! Why wouldn’t he?”
Jo shrugs, but it’s clear there’s something on his mind. “I just thought…it can be a lot of fuss. And it’s so hot on stage.”
K nods, understanding. “Oooh that’s true, yeah. Sometimes my hair is all over my face, it’s so itchy.”
“That won’t matter, he can dance through anything!” Taki is grinning as he walks over to K and pokes his arm. “He’s not like you, he won’t get distracted by every little thing.”
K raises his eyebrow and laughs. “Me? Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?”
“Nope. You’re way worse than Taki.” Harua smiles proudly as everyone else nods in agreement.
“Hey, Harua, come here for a second….” K grins, making it clear that he intends to make Harua suffer for teasing him.
Harua laughs and shakes his head, “No way!” Getting up from his chair, he quickly sprints to the other side of the room. K makes a move to follow, but stops when the door starts to open, and Fuma appears, just in time for Harua to run right into him. “Fuma-san! Protect me!” Harua ducks behind Fuma, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Huh? From what?” Fuma looks around the room, but no one says anything. They’re all just…staring at him. He suddenly feels very uncomfortable, like he’s under a microscope. “Ah…it looks weird, right?” A little awkwardly, he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the strange, new sensation of the long extensions.
EJ smiles and shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t look weird. You look great.”
“For real, it’s awesome!” Maki stands up and goes over to Fuma for a closer look.
Harua, deciding that K is probably no longer interested in getting his revenge, steps back and walks around Fuma to see too. “Oh wow! It’s so long!”
“Too long? Seriously…it looks okay?” Fuma clearly isn’t sure. After all, it’s hard to adjust to such a different look. What if….
“No way! It really suits you.” K appears next to Harua, playfully pushing him out of the way. “Yeah, this was definitely a good idea. Everyone is going to love it.”
Jo nods in agreement, and then asks in a gentle voice, “What about you? Do you like it?”
Fuma doesn’t know how to answer and finds himself feeling embarrassed. “I…maybe?”
“Maybe?” Nico shakes his head. “Nah, you love it. Just admit it.”
“Yeah! How could you not? Ahh, I want long hair too! It’s so cool! Fuma-san is pretty now. Oh, is it soft?” Taki giggles as he reaches forward to find out. But he won’t. Not tonight, at least. Because Yuma has grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“Fuma-san was already pretty.” Yuma pulls Taki away from Fuma as everyone goes quiet.
Fuma brings his hand to his face to try and hide the smile that’s forming on his lips.
“Sure, but this is like…whoa. On another level. It just hits different, you know?” Maki is looking at Fuma like he can’t see anyone else in the room. His eyes are practically sparkling.
The room grows silent as everyone considers Maki’s words, joining him in staring at Fuma, taking it all in.
“Okay, you can stop now. I can’t take you all staring at me like that.” Fuma laughs nervously as he tries to look away from their stares.
K starts to laugh too. “Sorry, Fuma. You’re right. But, um, well you do look very pretty. It’s like a princess just walked into the room. Should we bow and offer you flowers?”
Everyone is nodding in agreement. Except for Yuma, who has taken a step back, flopping onto the couch looking annoyed. Fuma notices and feels a sudden rush of panic. What if….
“Yes, a pretty princess! Now will you finally let me design some nail art for you?” Harua grabs Fuma’s hands and shakes them enthusiastically. “I have so many ideas for you. They will look cool, I promise.”
“Okay okay, let’s give him some time to breathe. He’s probably exhausted.” EJ says this but he’s staring just as much as the others, and has walked forward to feel Fuma’s hair, twirling the long strands in his finger.
Yuma makes an irritated noise under his breath. “You’re all being too fussy.” But no one responds to this, either because they didn’t hear or don’t care.
“Jo, you’re staring.” Taki laughs and pokes Jo in the arm. They all watch as Jo’s ears turn bright red, tearing his eyes away from Fuma, like it’s a real effort to look away.
“Sorry…I didn't mean to. I was just thinking…I really want to draw Fuma-san like this. Would that be okay? Can I?”
A shy smile forms on Fuma’s lips. It’s a little embarrassing, but Jo asks so sweetly it’s hard to say no. “Sure, if you really want to. I don’t think I’ll make a very good model though.”
“Are you kidding?” This time it’s K. “You’re a great model, stop. You know you’re gorgeous, and now you’re so….” K searches for the right word but is unable to settle on just one.
“So fluffy.” Everyone turns to look at EJ, who appears to be lost in his own thoughts as he gently caresses Fuma’s hair. When he realizes the room has become silent, his eyes widen, and he pulls his hand away. “Sorry, sorry, that’s a weird thing to say isn’t it?” He smiles nervously, his face red from embarrassment.
But Fuma just laughs. “You guys are so funny. It’s just hair.”
“Uh, no. Seriously, have you looked at yourself?” Nico steps forward and grabs Fuma by the shoulders before dragging him in front of one of the mirrors. Standing behind Fuma, he wraps his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. “Look. Can’t you see why we’re reacting this way?”
The others, with the exception of Yuma, follow the pair over to the mirror. Fuma’s face is heating up, as his cheeks start to turn pink. Looking away from his reflection he smiles, just a little. That shy, slightly embarrassed smile they’ve all come to love so much.
“Thanks…I do like it. I’ve wanted to try something like this for a while, but…” Fuma pauses here, considering his words. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Thanks, everyone.” His eyes briefly find Yuma’s reflection in the mirror, still keeping his distance. When their eyes meet, Yuma looks away.
“That’s better, good. Be confident, you have every reason to be.” Nico smiles and squeezes Fuma’s waist before releasing his hold and taking a step back.
Fuma watches in the mirror as K goes over to where Yuma is sitting, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. Yuma’s ears turn red, and he quickly pulls away from K looking annoyed.
“Shut up. I am not.” Yuma hisses at K, but K just laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
“Alright, let’s go, I’m starving.” K walks over to Fuma and plants a kiss on his cheek without warning. Fuma’s eyes immediately seek out Yuma but before he can find him, Taki is following K’s lead, wrapping his arms around Fuma’s neck as he kisses him on the cheek.
“What are you doing?” Fuma laughs as he pulls Taki off of him.
“Hey, I want a kiss too!” Harua doesn’t miss his chance, he’s pouncing on Fuma in an instant, kissing him several times, leaving smudges of lip gloss behind.
Maki pulls Harua off of Fuma and wipes his cheek with his thumb before following up with a kiss of his own.
Fuma can’t stop laughing. “Ok ok I get it!”
“No, not yet, I think you need us to show you more. Right?” Nico looks at EJ with a mischievous smile.
Nodding, EJ walks over to Fuma, and they both kiss Fuma at the same time, a kiss for each cheek. Fuma can’t stop smiling. All of this affection is almost overwhelming, but it feels nice.
Jo is a little more reserved, and goes for Fuma’s hand. Gently, he holds it, caressing Fuma’s palm with his thumb for a moment before kissing the top of his hand.
“Uh, why did Jo’s kiss seem the most intimate?” Maki laughs as Jo’s ears turn bright red again.
“Yuma, what about you? Don’t you want to kiss Fuma?” Taki grins at Yuma, knowing that he of course does want to kiss Fuma, but that’s he obviously sulking for some reason.
“No thank you.” Yuma turns his head away, trying to look uninterested.
“Ok, sure….We’ll, let’s go.” Taki and the others start to file out of the room.
“I’ll be heading back later, I need to finish a few things first.” Fuma doesn’t really have anything he needs to do, he’s just hoping he can get a moment to talk to Yuma. Find out what’s bothering him.
Luckily, the others don’t question him, and Yuma is so slow to leave that Fuma is able to grab him by the arm to prevent him from going.
“Hey. What’s up?” Fuma turns Yuma towards him. “You’re being kind of weird.”
Yuma shrugs. “No I’m not. Everyone else is. They’re just pissing me off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I hate the way they are acting like they’ve never seen you before. Like they just now noticed or something….” Yuma shifts his weight, looking a little uncomfortable. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, but he’s doing everything he can to avoid Fuma’s eyes.
“Sorry…I don’t get what you mean. Is it…because you don’t think it suits me?” Fuma can practically feel the question struggling to get out. He hates to ask it. He almost doesn’t want to know. What if….
With an almost panicked expression, Yuma finally looks at Fuma. “What? NO! I mean, yes, it suits you. Obviously you’re gorgeous no matter what, but god, yes, it suits you. Maybe too well.”
Fuma’s heart squeezes in his chest as he takes in Yuma’s words. Biting his lower lip he wants to ask if he’s understanding right, but now that Yuma is looking at him he can’t seem to speak. The way he’s looking at him is so….
Sighing, Yuma moves to touch Fuma’s hair. Carefully, almost as if he’s afraid, he runs his fingers through the long strands. “I don’t like it…all that attention. Where has everyone been? You’ve always been beautiful, don’t they know that?” Yuma wraps his fingers around Fuma’s hair, and grips it tightly, pulling him closer.
Fuma breathes in Yuma’s scent and shivers slightly at the sensation of having him pulling on his hair. He didn’t know it would feel this good. In an instant his mind is filled with images of Yuma behind him…pulling his head back, gripping his hair, as he…no, he can’t start thinking about that here. Not right now. Later.
“Everyone is going to fall in love with you. And then what? You better not stop looking at me, got it?” Tugging harder now, Yuma pulls him in for a kiss, which Fuma happily returns.
Yuma pushes him back against the wall, moving his tongue inside of Fuma’s mouth and pressing against his body. Fuma moans, desperately wishing they were somewhere more private. But he knows Yuma is just teasing him, making him want more, giving him something to fantasize about. Yuma will make him wait until he can’t take it anymore, and the release will be so incredible.
As Yuma pulls away from the kiss he sucks on Fuma’s bottom lip for a moment before gently biting it. “Only me, okay? I’ll make you feel pretty, always, I promise.”
Fuma doesn’t even try to hide the smile that forms on his lips as he takes in Yuma’s promise. He won’t tell Yuma this, but nothing makes him feel prettier than when he sees how Yuma looks at him. And right now, as he gazes into Yuma’s eyes, he feels like the most beautiful princess in the world.