[ hearing his name in that soft, sleepy voice lights up yuki's insides and he smiles, wide and bright, as he just gazes upon mafuyu for what seems like forever. he feels the way mafuyu nuzzles against him instinctively; he feels, too, how he then pulls away, knowing someone could see.
yuki hates it. out of everything in his life, this is the one thing he can't stand. as much as their manager tells him not to, he does it anyway: he posts about mafuyu, about their lives together, about how deep and intense this love of theirs is. and yet, somehow, people choose not to see it. yuki's heard the things they say, seen the comments before he deletes them: who's that omega? he looks so frail. probably just yuki-kun's cousin or something. do you think they're actually dating? no way.
yuki hates it. he's not allowed to say that, of course. he listens to his manager sometimes, and he knows his big mouth will get him into trouble, so instead he dodges and evades the rumours, the questions, the accusations. and yet he still keeps mafuyu there, right next to him, whenever he can. this is something he will never compromise on.
so, not caring about whoever might see them, he leans in to press his lips against mafuyu's forehead. it's only then that he realizes mafuyu's sweating, his skin a touch too warm. he smells different, too - like his heat is coming. yuki's typically pretty good at noticing it, but maybe he hasn't been paying enough attention lately? guilt chews at his insides and he worries, not for the first time, if he's doing enough. if he's being too selfish, chasing this dream of his.
but mafuyu's fingers thread through his hair, reassuring, and yuki lets out a soft sigh. the other assistant leaves and yuki can't help it; the minute he hears the elevator ding, off in the distance, he reaches up to cup mafuyu's face and kisses him. sweet, tender, questioning. are you alright? did i do something wrong? ]
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yuki hates it. out of everything in his life, this is the one thing he can't stand. as much as their manager tells him not to, he does it anyway: he posts about mafuyu, about their lives together, about how deep and intense this love of theirs is. and yet, somehow, people choose not to see it. yuki's heard the things they say, seen the comments before he deletes them: who's that omega? he looks so frail. probably just yuki-kun's cousin or something. do you think they're actually dating? no way.
yuki hates it. he's not allowed to say that, of course. he listens to his manager sometimes, and he knows his big mouth will get him into trouble, so instead he dodges and evades the rumours, the questions, the accusations. and yet he still keeps mafuyu there, right next to him, whenever he can. this is something he will never compromise on.
so, not caring about whoever might see them, he leans in to press his lips against mafuyu's forehead. it's only then that he realizes mafuyu's sweating, his skin a touch too warm. he smells different, too - like his heat is coming. yuki's typically pretty good at noticing it, but maybe he hasn't been paying enough attention lately? guilt chews at his insides and he worries, not for the first time, if he's doing enough. if he's being too selfish, chasing this dream of his.
but mafuyu's fingers thread through his hair, reassuring, and yuki lets out a soft sigh. the other assistant leaves and yuki can't help it; the minute he hears the elevator ding, off in the distance, he reaches up to cup mafuyu's face and kisses him. sweet, tender, questioning. are you alright? did i do something wrong? ]