yumnyang (notfuyu)
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Before Yuma could fire off another comment, there was a sudden sound, clicks. Fast, chaotic. Shouts.
“Harua! Harua, look here!”
“Who’s that? Is this your new boyfriend?”
“Harua, are you two dating?!”
Yuma blinked. “What the fuck—”
He turned around. Cameras. Everywhere. Paparazzi must’ve been following Harua already and now they were zooming in on both of them like they’d just shared a kiss on the sidewalk.
“Oh my god,” Yuma said, groaning. “They think—”
“Don’t move,” Harua said quickly, his voice low. Then, like it was nothing, he stepped closer and slipped an arm around Yuma’s waist. Casual. Natural. Too natural .
Yuma’s brain short-circuited.
“What the—what are you doing—”
“Smile,” Harua said. “Unless you want to look like you just cheated on me. I'll explain later.”
Or: Famous model Shigeta Harua finds the perfect fake boyfriend to help him clear his image.
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Jo watched him. Constantly. He tried to be subtle about it, but Yuma had caught him staring more times than he could count. Especially when his shirt rode up during practice, exposing just a sliver of his waist. Yuma made sure it happened often. Coincidentally, of course.
He’d stretch a little slower, tug his hoodie off with an unnecessary amount of flair, lean too close during water breaks. Anything to watch Jo squirm a little.
Because the truth was, Yuma thrived on that reaction, the way Jo’s ears would go pink and his mouth would open just a little like he was about to say something but always stopped himself. It was adorable. It was infuriating. It was addictive.
Or: Yuma knows Jo likes him, and wants him to confess.
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The world had always raised an eyebrow at their friendship. A cat and a bunny? Unheard of. Unwise. People whispered about instincts and danger, about fragile prey and lurking predators. Yuma and Harua had grown up hearing it, the sideways glances, the muttered warnings.
And yet, they never gave up on each other.
Or: Yuma and Harua like each other a little too much.
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“Hey,” Harua started, chuckling quietly to himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “you know that trend?”
Yuma raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes. “What trend?” His voice was skeptical, but curiosity pricked at the edge of his mind.
Harua leaned back slightly, a casual grin tugging at his lips, as if he were about to say the most normal thing in the world. “Should we kiss since we’re bored?”
Yuma’s brain short-circuited. The words hung in the air, absurd, daring, and utterly heart-stopping. His pulse jumped, his chest tightening in a way that made it hard to breathe normally.
“You—What?” he blurted, his voice cracking just enough to betray the rush of adrenaline and something else that surged through him.or: Harua suggests something that Yuma cannot decline.
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“What’s up? You’re so pathetic you can’t handle seven minutes alone with me?” Harua leaned against the opposite wall like he owned the place, casual and smug, yet it wasn’t that there were too much space between them to begin with. Yuma shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “I didn’t know you were such a coward, Nakakita,” Harua added smoothly, testing the name on his tongue like he knew it would sting.
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Yuma snapped, heat rising in his cheeks. “It isn’t like you want to be with me in this miniscule closet, do you?”
“I don’t mind.” Harua pushed off the wall and stepped closer, slow and deliberate. Yuma felt his breath near his mouth, freezing up in spite of himself. “You’re the only one with a problem here, Yuma.”
He didn’t like the way Harua said his name. Or maybe he liked it too much. His chest ached at the sound, his body reacting before his brain could catch up.
or: Yuma has to face his true feelings for Harua through a silly round of seven minutes in heaven.