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#fiendmuse ⋅ independent, private, mutually selective, dash only multi-muse blog for the characters of tatsuki fujimoto's chainsaw man featuring denji, aki hayakawa, makima & more. this blog is subject to be canon divergent, non-spoiler free, oc & au friendly. trigger warnings for graphic depictions of violence, blood, disturbing images, psychological harm & horror-esque themes. non-rp blogs & minors dni. written by rubii (they/21+) est. 4/15

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#☈ • ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ? ( ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ. ) #my fav fav fav fav #<3 #also yoshida's malewife/house husband/bbg

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hickeys are gross i want ten

#☈ • ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ / ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs. #☈ • ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴘɪᴛ & ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴsᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ / ɢᴇᴛsᴜsᴇᴋᴀɪɪ. #oop i need to redo your tag

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NO FRIENDS ARE HIS PREFERENCE, BUT HE DOESN'T EXPECT THE CURIOSITY FROM DENJI. the two of them were having a small conversation, so he can divulge some details. yoshida is particular about the narrative surrounding him & the appeal that he gives off within the school. to a degree, yes he cares about his reputation but only in the sense that he would rather appear like an octopus. he's ready to retreat when the situation is out of his own control or when he knows he's met his match. he's aware of denji's teenage desires considering he wants the typical experience that involves getting a girlfriend. he has no concern for that, in fact he finds it to be too distracting.

there's a shake of his head considering he wouldn't hide the fact either. ❛ i'm rich. most people at school kind of talk about it. mostly my fan club. it doesn't matter to me, but in a way, i do have a sheltered life. ❜ this time he takes the moment to scratch his head as he leads denji towards the right. he listens in on denji's family situation, it was interesting & a lovely gesture knowing that someone was giving orphans a home. ❛ there's no rush to figuring these things out, but i'd like to help you graduate. a personal want of mine.❜ he feels the implications of denji's last phrase, almost like he's taken a bite of bitter chocolate himself.

❛ aki-senpai could never get sick of you. he's doing all of this to ensure you get your highschool education. i'm sure think highly of you despite everything. what older brother wouldn't want their younger brother to suceed?❜ there's the softer indication of a smile, a genuine smile on yoshida's face. he knows he might have overstepped his boundary between tutor & student, but it didn't sit right to see denji bring himself down like that. it was something to bookmark considering their conversation about his current way of learning things.

there's a part of yoshida that goes rigid considering his parents are more of a sore subject for him. the dark haired male makes no mention of them except they often travel leaving him alone in a larger home than most people don't know what to do with. ❛ i have a step-mother and a father. they are usually busy people since they travel a lot. they're business people.❜ it should suffice for an answer & hopefully denji doesn't decide to dig deeper than what he's already provided. the truth is, yoshida has a vague understanding of what having parents are like. to him they were just the title of two people who come & go like a revolving door. ❛ turn the next corner and we'll be there.❜

each new fact denji acquires about yoshida makes him wonder why he's most often spotted by his lonesome outside of the student council or when his fanclub isn't crowding his space. it would take a blind person to be unaware of who he is; yoshida remained a person who wanted to be purposefully untouched despite his popularity. denji wonders why; if he looked half as good as yoshida did, maybe he could get some dates and he would never reject half the letters he gotten from the female population of the school. he would have a new girl on his arm every week, grades be damned. it makes denji a little envious to say the least, but he keeps that tucked deep, deep down within himself.

his brows quirk curiously, “ya jus' got money ta blow like that on eatin' out?” he wasn't that curious, but since their school discourages kids from having real jobs, denji finds himself doing odd bits for scraps of coin and cash to spend on the gacha machines outside of shops. to his next question, denji's head shakes. “we have a little sister we adopted recently too. 'er name's nayuta,” he replies, a bit of a smile on his face. he felt close to both aki and power of course, but there's something about his connection with nayuta that is a little bit more special. the way she looks up to him means everything to him, somehow.

yoshida's words spark a bit of something in him, but not enough to ignite anything serious. he doesn't consider school to be his path at all, not wanting to struggle with it for another four or so years for a degree. he doesn't have any passion in the area. as for doing anything good, well... he has no leads there either. yoshida seems to have life all planned out, making denji pout a little bit. “must be nice to know what ya wanna do in life. i dunno what i'mma do once i'm really an adult, coz i don't wanna bother aki forever. i think he might get sick o' me,” he laughs a little bitterly.

an absent nod meets the sentence at first, “parents, eh? that sounds nice too. i've only lived with aki 'n powy for six 'n five years after i was adopted by ms. makima. howzit like havin' parents,” denji asks, gaze curious. he's not ashamed to speak of where he came from, although his time in the foster system and before is muddled with memories his brain doesn't want to remember.

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #god it's going to be chef's kiss when they get closer #yes yes he would #yoshida: panics cause he has to talk about himself #yoshida: hates disclosing info #yoshida: VAGUE VAGUE VAGUE #also green flag tendencies #q.

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THIS IS SUMMER, HIS WORLD ENCOMPASSED WITH DENJI LIKE THEY FIT IN A SMALL SNOWGLOBE. he would add the bonus of nayuta being brought along to that circumference. the three of them often spent a good amount of time together & he would do his best to dote on her or give her a large & colorful vocabulary filled with insults. yoshida had always wanted to teach her that words could be weapons if properly wielded. however, he wants his focus on the boy before him, a way to make up all the time they spent apart without having to hide his true intentions. yoshida is used to hiding behind shadows & moving in the silence of loneliness & isolation. ❛ you can just say you'll miss me, ❜ mirth spreads across his lips before he keeps the teasing timbre into his voice. he's not serious.

he know sooner or later denji will pick up on the hints that yoshida is more sensitive there. it was for another time for the other to figure it out. yoshida knows they have all summer together. yoshida makes a note of the way denji's cheeks flush at his own reaction, perhaps since yoshida would rather keep his stoic nature. it is hard to break the face of something made out of working clay. ❛ you should.❜ he would be the type of person to encourage it, but he does hope denji earnestly thinks about it.

yoshida is glad they will be undisturbed so that he could lay his affections, spread them like a bird's wings. the way denji reacts to his touch is everything to him, to yoshida it seems to him that denji is a starved beast waiting to be filled. he would do anything to make sure he doesn't go hungry & instead match his own hollowed stomach for him. yoshida's teeth graze lightly against the column of denji's neck before he nips eager to leave another mark in it's wake. the desire to make denji his is truly there, but he knows that he must be patient for the blonde's deliberation with his feelings. denji's hoarse whisper sends waves of desire along his body wishing he could hear more. he would play the boy with the precision of a conductor leading it's musicians.

his kisses are light, helium-filled alternating between another graze of his fangs. he breaks away now wanting to see denji's reaction. ❛ do you want more?❜ a question that the could go a little further, but he knows that reze wouldn't be eyeing him. yoshida has to give it up to her that she's bold, but she was not going to be one winning this race. yoshida is determined to cross that line & be the one who captures denji's heart. nimble fingers highlight the structure of his face as he gives the other a heedy look. ❛ do you know what you do to me denji?❜

to his question, there's a nod. in fact this was the first time all three of them brought someone to come visit their vacation home, and the first time they've travelled here alone. good on aki to get his driver's license, as he was the main one who wished to travel here for nayuta to experience the beach as well. being far younger than the rest of her siblings, all three wanted to do their best to spoil and love her before getting on with their lives, although aki had already assumed he would be taking the young girl to live with him during and after college. denji lets out a small sigh, dismissing thoughts of that future for the now, to which he directed a pointedly disappointed look at yoshida. “don't joke around like that. o' course you're stayin' here.”

denji's bout of silence comes from his thinking about the other piercings yoshida has. right, what goody-two shoes in their right mind would get their ear decorated so lavishly, and their tongue on top of that? the chest shouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities. however that question leaves unanswered, as he hears a small noise coming from yoshida that causes him to look up. amber hues widen at the pink dust spread across yoshida, a familiar look in his eyes tells him he'd crossed a line he's become somewhat familiar with now. quickly, his hands shy away, as if burned by the smoldering look he was being given.

“oh, mkay then. i'll think about it.” he looks at yoshida's piercing with interest again. he thinks he will have to consider doing something easy if he were to get any body modifications; holding the reigns of his impulses back from giving an immediate yes. as yoshida walks away from him, denji figures he's going to put on another shirt, so he flops back on the bed to enjoy the cool air a bit more. the click of the lock heightens all his senses. he feels like a trapped animal on the bed, unable to move even though he's not physically tied down. yoshida's stare gave more than enough indications as to what may occur for the next few minutes.

the bed dips under both their combined weight, and light a magnet denji's drawn into yoshida's touch carding his hair. it's the simplest maneuver to get denji into the current headspace of allowing yoshida to lavish him; submitting easily to his touch. his eyes flutter close at the call of his name, mouth attached to his already abused neck. he feels his heart flip, his chest heave as he gasps lowly. it's only been a few hours since they were in this very position. the morning preparations halted by moments too long leaving bruising kisses along their skin in yoshida's bed. “yoshida...” denji breathes out, cracking his eyes open to look at the other with a hazy look.

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #yass he better be awake #kdafjldsjf he will know #in due time #exactly what he does to yoshida and the power he has over him #that's right #and yoshida is so into him. could never be anyone for him but denji #q.

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THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE REQUIRED A REFINED PALATE TO RUMINATE ON THOUGHTS OF LUXURY. yoshida is fortunate to have a lifestyle that supports a claim to discerning from decadence & trash. he knows the other didn't have an easier upbringing than himself. instead there were subtle context clues even at this moment with the way excitement finds itself in denji's eyes & countenance. sometimes denji has a habit of doing the unthinkable to yoshida, so he pauses as he watches the boy consume the glass of libations as if he were sipping water. his mouth is slightly agape before his single pointer finger raises up. he feels too late.

while he lets the blonde drink the beverage with the intensity of being dehydrated, yoshida takes his time. he doesn't nearly gulp down as much but he allows himself to feel the pleasantness of sake slithering down his throat. he knows the sweetness would pair well with whatever food they decided to order. ❛ oh? you're with me denji, how could it be boring?❜ he's teasing with the half tone as if denji uttered something blasphemous to him. yoshida understands more than anything, some of these events could be a discarded empty bottle laying on the floor. yoshida finds those one tend to drag more than he desires.❛ i'm assuming this is the first time you're trying sake. what were you expecting?❜

the timbre of yoshida's voice is churned butter as he attempts to bring the coals of their subtle flirtation to light. he would like to see the sparks fly between them & he was ready to create that exact scenario. the violet haired man is aware he's been hiding behind metaphors of his passes between him & denji. the other didn't seem to mind them, so how far would denji be willing to go with him? ❛ you're red. is it cause i'm so close or is the drink making you feel good?❜ he's glad the two of them are in the privacy of his hotel room rather than out in public. he could only imagine what kind of trouble denji would find, it seems to follow him, a stray cat begging for attention or it's way of garnering attention from someone.

❛ are you sure that's all you want?❜ he's hinting at it, throwing his advances the way darts take their shot. this time he draws away to quickly order his & denji's drink. yoshida had settled on the wagyu with chicken rice omelet. it had him curious to say the least. this time he draws away; eager to remove the tension between them. he wonders how much of denji he would see especially since he wasn't nursing any of the drink he had been given. yoshida gives denji a quick nod as he orders for room service. he hangs up once they have his order & his undivided attention is nothing but denji's. ❛ i'm glad you had fun. is it because of the crowd or the fakeness? ❜ there's a small smirk on his lips as he tells denji this. their peers are people run by greed of clout & money. for yoshida all he wants is his name to be out there.

❛ my only question, are you feeling it, denji? ❜ this time he doesn't shy away from touchy advances & instead the intensity of his gaze is nothing more than a magnifying glass.

denji reaches out for the book, eager to pilfer through laminated pages of ink to settle upon what he would like for a late night snack. while he'd very much indulged and gorged himself on the various foods presented to them at the event, that was a mere three hours ago at this point. having a quick metabolism works well in his favor, denji thinks to himself, glossing over the pages until he settles upon something that sounded interesting. however that's for later, his thoughts of food, cut off by the soft pop of the bottle being opened and poured over two cups for the both of them.

denji is expecting the bitter smell of cheap alcohol to come through as he picks the cup from yoshida's hand. instead is a gentle sweet smell, his curious mind wraps around the manifested taste in his mouth as he sniffs the contents a little more directly before offering his cup to tap lightly against his friend's. he offers a smile, “yeah a good night. i thought this party would suck honestly, but it was a little fun,” he muses, placing his lips to the cup. instead of a sip, he drinks it all at once, face souring at the slight burn mixed with the fruity essence. he coughs, face scrunched in confusion. “tastes a bit different than wha-”

his voice trails off, noticing yoshida had moved in front of him, his hand briefly strokes his hair, and his voice is smooth and direct. this would not be the first time in their moments alone yoshida would do something like this when they're alone. in fact, denji had taken note of a few times yoshida had been rather subtle with touching denji, who took notice of this very quickly. he was about to thank yoshida for helping him out when those smooth cool fingers run along his cheek and suddenly the burn from the alcohol wasn't the only thing he was feeling. amber eyes glance up at him curiously.

he is left with his mouth slightly hung but his question seems to snap him out of his stupor. “uhm,” he looks down at the book because he has to remember all over again, and keep himself calm and his blushing under control. denji points to the menu. “i want the grilled meat and vegetable kebabs,” he offers the closing book back as he says this. he's quiet momentarily, “i ain't expect an event like this ta be fun fer once. i don't normally like goin' to 'em.”

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ. ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇ. & ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛɪᴢᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʟɪғᴇ / ᴀᴜ. #they make me so weak too #i can't believe them #all the flirting #yoshiad about to initiate all the contacta #dklfjl;dsjf crying at us tbh #he will get his mans #deadass #it's on sight #q.

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INFLUENCER AU EDITS: 1 / ????

FEATURING: @fiendmuse yoshida's instagram aesthetic posts includes: selfies, gym pics ( post and before ), shirtless thirst trap kinda vibes, his boyfriend aka denji, boujee brands, brands he's sponsored by, fashion weeks, & the random pics of his traveling life as a model.

#☈ • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ / ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ. #☈ • ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ. ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇ. & ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛɪᴢᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʟɪғᴇ / ᴀᴜ. #myedits. #q. #hehehe the way i love this so much #yeah denji is in his highlights DEADASS #also yes i know canonly yoshida has very deep purple hair #but it is hard to find #so we live this life

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ANOTHER EVENT & CAMERA FLASHING BETWEEN PEOPLE TRYING TO GET PICTURES & THE SUBTLE GRACE OF A STOIC MODEL. yoshida should realize how small the influencer circle is, but he doesn't until aki asks him to watch over the blonde who is perched on his bed. he didn't particularly mind considering the two had set aside their differences & denji had genuinely apologized. there's also the fact they were trying to quell the rumors the pair didn't get along. a part of it to save face & the other part is the other two have hung out without the doom of thinking about working. he didn't mind the blonde's company so much. at least out of this mundane event he gets to be in the comfortable & plush suite he's always gifted. his manager & agent were well aware of what kind of tastes he had when it came to his accommodations

❛ want to order some room service? ❜ he asks the other. yoshida is aware of how much the smaller boy could fit into the abyss of his stomach. he could swear the other should consider it a super power. he wonders if the other had known about competitive eating, but yoshida suspects that he doesn't considering he's a sizable influencer. he hands denji the leather bound menu since he's done perusing through it himself. yoshida is surprised they had this sake in the fridge, but it was junmai ginjo, a sake that he's quite fond of. ❛it's sake, one of my favorites. junmai ginjo. ❜ quietly he opens the bottle & the clear liquid pours into the glasses. he sets it down onto the table before handing him the small cup.

❛cheers to a good night, denji-kun. ❜ there's a subtle smile as they clink their glasses together before he takes his sip. he could down the drink as if he were a thirsty man out in the desert, but he's currently set his sights on something far more appetizing in front of him. yoshida is quite aware of the other's interest in video games considering their conversations here & there. grey hues spot something in denji's hair so he decides to station himself in front of the other. nimble fingers reaching for what looks to be paper confetti from earlier.

❛ from the event earlier. ❜ his response is succinct considering he doesn't like to converse with people much. it was different with denji somehow the two could make small talk into something else. his fingers brush against the curvature of his cheek before drawing away, a card being discarded before he decides he'll toss the debris of tonight's festivities. ❛ did you decide what you want? ❜

@fiendmuse continued from x

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ. ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇ. & ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛɪᴢᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʟɪғᴇ / ᴀᴜ. #adfjaldkfj he said #let me flirt heavy #ahahha #q.

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HE'S USED TO THE WAY DENJI'S NERVES GET THE BEST OF HIM. yoshida has seen him attempt to confess to many girls or even ask them out on dates. he knows what girls think of him as he often hears them in passing. yoshida is aware of how much he wants a girl to bat their eyelashes at him & tell him they were interested in him. he's used to the eagerness he has when it comes to pleasing the opposite gender that the root cause of the miscommunication would have just been simply talking it out. in some way, yoshida would have thought denji wouldn't want to be around him if he were to acquire a girlfriend or the simple fact that yoshida has a crush on him. it was turning out that denji has no issue with it, nor thought he was weird. he'd been accepting of his preferences & it warms yoshida's heart a little.

the bashful look on his face paired with the tint of rosiness gives further indication that yoshida isn't doing something wrong. it was one of the looks he's fond of seeing. yoshida's affections are a mannequin on display, the attire catching everyone's eye. he's not made for everyone certainly not the ogling gazes of other girls, but it should be obvious who he truly wants.

IT WAS THE SUDDEN THOUGHT THAT HE MIGHT NOT SEE DENJI ANYMORE THAT SPRINGS HIM INTO ACTION. the burst of energy is all that he needs to cling onto denji, a ship that might be wrecked on surging seas. he had done enough of trying to ruin the importance of how much denji meant to him. yoshida at the height of their argument was trying to ensure that denji was nothing more than a pillaged village left to be ruined by any other incoming invaders. the two were attached to the hip even if they both wouldn't have admitted it. the two were like spotted celebrities from paparazzi considering most wanted to be in yoshida's presence, but he only truly allotted denji that honor. for the most part, he looked at others like the were peasants & they were beneath him.

relief floods him & fills him to the brim of an overflowing cup. dark eyes meet light hues in an effort to stay focused. he's trying to make sure the sickness doesn't outweigh this moment. ❛i'm glad you're staying.❜ he doesn't say anything else & instead settles for closing his eyes shut letting the other inform his brother that he'd be temporarily residing in yoshida's household. he knows his parents wouldn't mind considering everything. a teenage boy is practically the single authority in this household until his parents come back to the nest. fingers hastily reach out for denji once more, tracing the curvature of his face.

❛ sounds like aki-senpai,❜ before he pull away only to let his body hit the mattress, he draws denji closer to him so the other is resting comfortably on top of him. through fringes of purple looks he stares up at the other. ❛ can we change it now so i can get you in bed with me sooner?❜ yoshida is usually patient, but he just wants to soak up the idea that denji is here with him instead of passing him by. they were strangers no more, in fact they never were ever since yoshida decided he would tutor him. his hands find it's place on the blonde's hips.❛ too much? ❜ a slight tease as he tries to play off his illness.

seeing any emotion other than a smile, or his perturbed face when he does something ridiculous was a rarity on yoshida's face. its not that he was surprised that he expressed other emotions besides an empty smile, but that he could make such an honest and unguarded face around denji made the boy's heart skip some. he couldn't deny the observation with nowhere to hide exactly. coupled with yoshida's eager hands giving him affection he hadn't know he craved so badly for the loving hands of someone else all over him.

yoshida's question stumps him momentarily. for a guy who always lamented about acquiring a girlfriend, or to be in a relationship, he'd never given it much thought that shared emotions would feel like this. weighted, warm, a metronome of their own tempo; it sounds impossible, yet denji could feel it under his hand. denji doesn't know what to do with this knowledge just yet. admittance makes denji's face tint darker, knowing that yoshida's affections and emotions were his and his alone.

it was sort of a blur; denji had barely left yoshida's lap before his grip firmed up on his waist and he was being forced back down. he would have to wonder what gave yoshida this surge of energy to be able to pull him in and hold him as tight as he were. he'd barely had a thought to what was going on when he heard those two words that give him pause. another wave of surprise halts any further action besides his mouth forming a small 'o' in silence.

yoshida was making some solid points and denji felt his urgency to leave waning. before their argument, denji had been stashing away extra clothes here for long weekend studies and hanging out with the other sometimes. he didn't have to return home; he had essential items here as well and could return to school with yoshida as well. never mind so many trips back and forth to visit while he's sick would be tiring, even though he hadn't brought that up. denji was being prematurely shot down before he could even come up with anything, but then he had to go and be unfair.

“i s'ppose not,” denji pouts a little, but turns just so he's facing yoshida again. he looked... upset? like he really doesn't want denji to leave his side. and then he had to go and ask him like that, plead him not to go. denji's never felt more wanted, and thus the last of his resolve crumbles. “okay, i'll stay with ya th' weekend. i'll nurse ya t' health properly too,” denji reassures. he pulls out his damaged phone from out his pocket, dropping it once too many from slippery fingers to send aki a quick message that he was staying at yoshida's. it didn't take long for the three dots on the receiver end to pop up with a crypic ‘have fun’ reading back to him.

“i guess that's it,” denji mutters, tossing his phone next to yoshida's on the night stand. “aki jus' told me ta have fun, so guess imma stay then. are ya feeling any better, or should we change th' cold compress again?”

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #so so weak #he did get his mans #we are all crying #yoshida ready to give him all the affection he deserves #deadass #yoshida loves to see him blush hella

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CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, YOSHIDA DOES EXPERIENCE EMOTIONS. he has a habit of stifling the presence of his feelings. in fact, he guards them, a dragon holding the treasure of how deep he truly feels. yoshida doesn't like displaying them considering it meant being vulnerable, he equates it to being weak. so he understands denji surprise to the way his cheeks are warming up with part of it being due to his fever & the statement coming out of denji's mouth. ❛ not often, but i do. something tells me you like it.❜ yoshida examines the way denji's face falls into a state of pure elation with his touch alone. he's awakening something in both of them considering the need to explore the boy that's currently perched in his lap. yoshida wonders what kind of uncharted territory that would both land themselves in.

he's used to the squeaks, random noises that erupt from denji's mouth. a part of it he realizes is when he catches the other off guard or to the point of feeling overwhelmed. yoshida realizes denji doesn't know the power he holds over him, nor the way yoshida didn't think he could want to be with someone until denji. it's a life-changing thought to know that he, like many other people on this planet desires a person to be by his side. the violet haired male always assumed he would choose the option of loneliness.

HIS ISOLATION is a cocoon that he wraps himself up from, protecting him from people who may sway him into leaving early. it doesn't exist when he's around the blonde. in fact, he finds himself doing things he wouldn't normally do. ❛ do you find it hard to believe? my heart is telling me that it wants you. ❜ he takes a brief pause before confirming what denji wants to hear. ❛yes.❜

the proximity of their shared space is practically non-existent, a reminder of the time before they fought. the both of them were a pair of thorny seahorses finding each other in a troubling ocean, swimming through currents that could sweep them away. yoshida knows that it is a conclusion that deniji has to come with, but he knows his decision. ❛i can do that with you right next to me.❜ he can feel denji squirm in his lap, a motion that he's about to leave & while yoshida is the type of person that can handle it all by himself he doesn't want this. yoshida had released him into the wild only to catch him once again & this time he's not letting go. yoshida pulls him back once more, holding onto him tightly. ❛don't go.❜ he closes his eyes for a second. ❛it's the weekend and you can always stay over. i still have some of your clothes from our sleepovers.❜

he's building his case to convince denji to stay, before he poses a question. ❛do you really think i can take care of myself with my fever? ❜ he's always believed his tongue could be dipped in white lies, but when it comes to denji he's awful at it. his carefully crafted ruses are dismantled by some of the honest & naivety of a boy who just wants to experience his life as a teenager to the fullest. ❛don't leave... me. ❜ he would never plead for anyone, but denij. the truth is, yoshida doesn't feel like being alone tonight.

denji feels at ease knowing that yoshida is giving him a chance to sort out his revelations. then again, he always gave denji a choice; letting him pick for himself what he wants, what he prefers, and always rewarded regardless. denji doesn't suspect it will take him long to sort himself out, but more he has to warm up to the idea. after all, it's a little weird to suddenly realize that one might be attracted to the same gender when he'd never felt like so before. he nods absently to yoshida's suggestion to speak to his older brother; aki was also attracted to both genders if he recalled. however hearing that yoshida had always and only been into men made more sense to why he would reject all the girls who came onto and confessed to him.

denji wonders too when yoshida started rejecting them because he started liking denji.

yoshida's blushing face surprises denji a little, his brows lifting slightly. “ya get flustered too, huh...,” denji mutters with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. his eyes follow yoshida's hand tracing his face, feeling like he was being examined up close and personal. it felt strange, someone touching him so reverently and fragile-like. like he's something to be treasured and admired; denji feels his heart dropping under the weight of what seems to be yoshida giving him his affection. he exhales shakily, leaning into the touch. he knows yoshida can tell his words are having an effect on him right?

“oh-,” denji makes a useless noise, his hand pressed against yoshida's. right underneath his palm lies yoshida's rapidly beating heart. if denji isn't mistaken, his own chests thuds to the same rhythm as his; a symphony of their own making, just for the two of them. “i-i'm doin' this? it's doin' that 'cause of me,” denji asks softly. the validation is nice; to know he's the cause of this makes denji feel some kind of way.

yoshida's heated forehead against his makes denji flinch but not move away. unable to tell if it's because he's burning with embarrassment or his fever. denji swallows as yoshida's warm breath brushes over his lips. they're so close, but denji want's the other to recover from his illness first. he nods, “yeah, you can do whatever ya want. but can ya focus on gettin' better first though?” denji slowly retreats his hand away from yoshida's chest, preparing himself to move out of his lap as well. “i should go too. i don't wanna miss th' last train home.”

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #the confession is going to kill me #i will cry #tissues and everything #yoshida will be shooketh to his core deadass #we sure will #we are going to make it happen #SO SO WEAK #yoshida is trying to get his mans as we speak #100% #q.

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AFTER THE COMMOTION, THERE WERE NUMEROUS VIDEOS HE WERE TAGGED IN. the virality of being in a confrontation for someone like yoshida is quite unbecoming of him, even if he weren't the one in the wrong. amongst this, he had been quietly texting rui throughout the night, a part of him almost wishing he were to attend with him. he would be a stark defender to whatever antics he had witnessed. regardless, the rest of the night went smoothly with a couple of pictures taken with other celebs post food incident. he decides to grace his story with two updates aside from the video of him getting ready.

he's perched at the bar letting his thoughts wander to that moment with denji. it didn't go unnoticed when denji was checking him out, he supposes it would be something to put a sticky note of & leave it to hang. the blonde wasn't exactly being subtle about, nor was their brief back & forth in the texts. it was frustrating to the point where it was pulling teeth. any other ponderings are interrupted with the arrival of aki before he graces the other with a smile.

❛ no. ❜ he takes note of the chage in attire, there's a relaxed look in his visage compared to the event. he supposes that had to do with denji more or less. yoshida is still in his own suit used to modeling in numerous outfits. he feels comfortable underneath the glitz & glamour. there's a reason why yoshida is using his good looks to his advantage. ❛ we're on the same page. i have no issues with your brother, all i ask is that he gives me an actual apology. ❜ he's not one to stir the pot as he'd like to keep most things private. it's a bit ironic since he is basking in the attention of fans, fame, & fortune.

❛ the drink is one me. you look like you could use it and we should commemorate the moment.❜ he flags the bartender before ordering a shochu melon citrus cocktail. yoshida wants to keep it light even though he has a preference for sake. ❛ please take his order and open a tab under me.❜ without another word he's pulled out his american express card before shifting his concentration at their conversation. ❛ yoshida is just fine. no need to be too formal.❜ however, he does prefer being addressed with his last name than his first. it was easier to be more business oriented, he didn't feel the need to get personal. ❛ how long have you been working as his manager?❜

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the condescending tone taken from the other male pisses denji off to no end. just who is he, or think he is, denji hisses to himself. he makes a disgruntled face at the man. he was standing there first, the other guy was on his blind side; running into him had been an accident, but also his fault. if he didn't want his stupid outfit to get messed up, he shouldn't have stood next to someone with a plate piled high of food. it makes sense right? a petulant pout forms on his lips as he stares between the man removing his shirt and jacket while talking to aki.

said manager was currently getting his work cut out for him. just once, aki wishes denji would behave himself without almost getting into a fight. it's not the first time he's done this of course, but any sort of juvenile behavior now would tarnish his growing popularity. aki's annoyance is permanent even at yoshida's comments about their relation. “different dads,” he supplies shortly, hand out to accept the shirt from him. with a sigh and a grimace towards the younger of the two, he slightly jostles denji, who looked at yoshida with an agape mouth, and eyes raking over the other.

weird, but aki's not going to look into whatever that is. “you heard him. start grovelling. you owe him an apology,” aki grumbles, which seems to snap denji out of his temporary reverie. “what the hell? not until he apologizes for being a fucking brick wall and making be drop my food,” denji cries out. aki sighs, hating to play parent to his childish brother, but he's going to have to it seems. his attention turns back to yoshida with a nod. “i'll give him a stern talking to. i'll gladly meet you at the bar in the hotel provided for us for the event, assuming you're at the same place.”

aki was about to provide yoshida with a phone number, when denji decided his mouth works just fine, blurting out a set of seven digits that aki knew weren't his. there's a few words exchanged between the two as soon aki reigned control again, dragging denji out the venue with eyes on them as they left. hopefully none of this will get out to anyone, or at least hopeful that this scene will be brushed under the rug as a non-issue.

some time later, aki has changed into something a bit more casual for this, wanting to be out of a stuffy suit. he had sent denji on a run to clear his head, told not to come back for an hour out the gym, and meet him at the bar. hopefully it will give aki enough time to settle everything with yoshida enough to lessen the damage of tonight's events. aki spots him already seated at the bar, the tender in the far corner scrubbing cups. he takes a stool next to the other. “you didn't wait long, did you? i wanna apologize for my brother's rudeness. i hope we can settle things in a peaceful manner right? you don't look like the type to wanna be involved in drama, yoshida-san.”

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇ. ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇ. & ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛɪᴢᴇ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʟɪғᴇ / ᴀᴜ. #nah time skip away #especially if you see fit #hahah not yoshida and him having a back and forth through texts #deadass you know they would #aki on some good brother/good manager shit #q.

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ISOLATION & LONELINESS ARE YOSHIDA'S BREAD & BUTTER. he thrives off of it, his upbringing is rooted in it, growing strong enough to be his own shade & endure harsh weather. for someone as popular as yoshida, he reminds a pleasant mystery among students alike. the only thing most people could get out of him is something surface level & at this moment he is challenging the very foundation of who he is. yoshida doesn't know that yet, but he sees this as an opportunity to bridge the gap, so that their future tutoring sessions can go smoothly. he also recognizes that denji does need the help & the proper accommodations to help him succeed. he was willing to help that much as his tutor.

❛ neither do i, but i like to indulge occasionally. i cook most of the time.❜ yoshida had picked up a recipe book once in the library, borrowing it, & deciding to take it upon himself to learn how to cook for himself. he didn't want to rely too heavily on take out & there's also the fact that yoshida is keen on making sure he works out. he likes to keep up with his physique, but he tends to hide it underneath slightly baggier clothes. ❛ is it just you, aki-senpai, and power?❜yoshida can't imagine how aki does along with being president of the school & trying to prep for his future.

he listens to denji & he has to suspect that denji is the type of person that lives in the moment. it's not a bad thing to be present in the now, but recognizes that plans are necessary to get one to the next step. ❛ most people are good at something. i find that hard to believe. you've got a bit to figure it out.❜ he reassures the other since the two were practically in the same grade, but different classes. ❛ i want to go to tokyo u. there's other prestigious universities i could go to, so i'd like to apply as much as i can. ❜ tokyo university is his first choice considering how well known it was within japan & internationally. he wants the edge for himself.

❛ i'd like to get my own place and move out of my parents house.❜ yoshida believe his current living situation is a test run of how he could handle things once he graduates high school. he sees no need for a roommate, but he may have to consider it. he's fond of his space & yet he's allowing denji to encroach a territory that's never been crossed.

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denji looks at yoshida, befuddlement clouding his features, along with a searching stare. he's pretty sure he fits with the bottom of the barrel group of students yoshida's type would never particularly care about; unpopular, bad at school, a delinquent in every sense of the word. if it weren't for aki bailing him out and threatening to tell ms. makima about his bad behavior he's sure he'd been put back out on the streets again. but for as long as he's been in school, other children have treated him awfully; like some diseased, neglected dog. friends are hard to come by for someone like denji, with poor social skills and no brain to mouth filter to tell him what and what not to say. all of this adds up to denji; yoshida's kindness towards him is something of an enigma. sure, aki may have asked him to tutor him as the top student of his grade, but being nice to him isn't a requirement.

denji is quickly bounded to yoshida's side, letting him pick the location for their outing, eyes full of excitement. “aki doesn't like orderin' out much. we mostly eat home cooked meals from him. it ain't bad 'cuz he's a good cook 'n all though,” denji answers, shoving his hands in his pocket. he frowns at the question posed to him. what is he doing after graduation? more like what can he do after graduation? he's determined that a higher education is not in the cards for him already. school makes him miserable, but he can't just sit on his ass while the rest of his family makes something out of themselves.

denji offers a tiny shrug, “never thought 'bout it. 'm not really good at anythin'. i hate studyin', so 'm not goin' ta college. i could do construction, i guess, if they hire someone like me. maybe a convenience store worker?” all pretty lame things, right? there are few jobs offered to those without an esteemed degree tied to their background. he looks up at yoshida, nodding to him knowing a spot they can go to. he nibbles on the bottom of his lip, “whatta 'bout you? yer smart 'n all that. what are you doin' after graduation?”

denji doesn't think he's been able to hold a normal conversation like this with someone outside his own family.

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #ahhh #love this so much #i can't wait until feelings become involved #such cuties #q.

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❛ i don't think aki cares and neither do i. ❜ he tells miri truthfully. he knows that most people would do anything for a chance at popularity. violet bangs are slightly swept to the side as he does a slight shake before eyeing the other boy. ❛ i don't think you care about yours considering the way you reject those girls. ❜ since the two share the same classroom, they were both privy to the onslaught of confessions they got. one could swear they had their own courtroom passing judgment with the verdict of guilty. not that he would ever stop anyone from catching feelings when it came to him, but yoshida's type consisted of the same gender, & that was not something most people caught on.

YOSHIDA TAKES INTO CONSIDERATION WHAT MIRI LIKES & he wonders if he would go for the steak or the hamburger steak. however, the way that miri lights up makes him think of the blonde & the excitement of shared lunches together. ❛how do you like it? I prefer mine medium to medium rare. do i give the impression that i would have a maid? ❜ the seaweed hair boy isn't wrong about yoshida's upbringing but it's not like that ❛ do you have a preference on sides? if not, i'll probably do a mix of veggies and maybe croquette to go along with it. ❜

THE PRICE OF ADMISSION CAN OFTEN LEAD TO REJECTION. yoshida watches as miri brushes off his bold statement like he were swatting a fly. there's a brow raised since he's quite the thinker & a part of him wants to see into that statement. miri could be glass, his reflection staring back at you only allowing him to see what he wanted. the same could be said for yoshida. he doesn't see the need to have those deep bonds most people crave. it's the very thing denji craves in whatever form he could get & that's where it gets desperate, even dangerous. people are willing to take advantage of others. ❛ hmm...if you say so.❜ it's probably not important anyways, but he decides to file the statement for another time. ❛ there's nothing wrong with that, we do get along.❜

❛ aside from arcades games, is there anything else you like? ❜ he could fill the gaps with small talk, it was a whole lot of nothing. yoshida doesn't want to invest himself too much into miri.

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miri is quite amused that someone like yoshida had complaints like this. most students would kill to be as popular as he is, have the adoring looks of many girls and guys on them. even if his own popularity is being currently outdone by hayakawa aki, yoshida's appeal comes in the form of that smile. miri knows himself that this smile is false, the emotions of the eyes and everything else not matching, but alluring all the same. any sane person would want to pursue him for a chance to have him smile earnestly at them; however the one time he'd seen yoshida smile like that for anyone was while he was with denji. miri's shoulders rise and fall a bit in a nonchalant shrug. “you mean hayakawa-senpai actually enjoys his popularity,” miri's curiosity hinges on this question. he never took aki to enjoy his own fanclub, but most of it seemed to have calmed down after the student president got himself a boyfriend.

miri sniffs a lie, but he won't press on that matter. lunch time was one of the few moments of yoshida's day at school miri didn't know about aside from he was never in the cafeteria or the common area for lunch. he beams at the invitation, which quickly shifts to surprise. “ah? you make your own lunch? ya don't got like... a maid service and shit?” he can't help but internally shake his head that denji fumbled this. “steak! i love steak, if you can make it. if not, hamburger steak is fine too.” miri hums, very much looking forward to skipping out on a shitty lunch for once.

miri can feel the boundaries and barriers being set by yoshida. from the addressing of his name, to the uncertain laced denial that to the untrained eye would give one hope that he would allow such a thing. miri doesn't have hope, but he's sure he'll be able to reach that point someday if he keeps at it. he looks ahead of them as they leave the school yard, a hum playing off his thoughts. should he be honest? would it help his chances? miri knows he's thinking too much about it — anxious about missing out on his chance, so he gives another shrug. “i like you. ain't asking ya to think too much about that, just take it as is. is that a good enough reason?” miri looks over at him curiously. “ain't it natural to wanna get to know someone you like?”

#fiendmuse #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #adfjdfj god #anything to get yoshida in his vicinity smfh #the boldness is something #i'm crying because yoshida is like hm..interesting. #okay i'll brush it off LOL #like no you better be direct #he's so stubborn but thoughts of school / dinner / and denji all in his head #q.

[smilemuse]

THERE IS SURPRISE THAT LEAKS ON HIS FACE, SUN PEEKING THROUGH BLINDS AS HE HOLDS ONTO DENJI. he feels nice in his arms, cooler than him in every aspect. the lingering scent of saltwater & mint makes him think of the beach. yoshida wants to close his eyes but he pays attention to the way denji tries to earnestly give him a response. it was endearing to him in every aspect of the matter. the blush is his favorite thing about denji when he gets flustered. he leans over and gives a kiss to his cheek. he tells himself that if he rests up then he'd be able to truly show denji how he feels without words.

❛ i don't expect an answer now. i want you to sort it out, so that you know you like me.❜ there's a faint hint of smile lingering on his lips as he watches denji form his thoughts around what he had just confessed to the other. he knows it's a lot just like the way being sick is taking more of his energy. the purple haired boy wanted to keep denji in his arms, cradle him, & then wake up to see him again. ❛ i think aki can answer you a little bit better on this situation. ❜ he admits considering his experience is truly something different. yoshida could tell at a young age that he looked at boys the way girls looked at them.❛ my interests are strictly men. i can't give you that full perspective.❜

even though he know he's flushed from his sickness, he feels the heat return to his cheeks once denji presses a kiss to his visage. ❛ of course. i can wait. it's you. ❜ his hand reaches over before he lets his fingers trace denji's face. yoshida wants to memorize him, a sketch of a drawing that he'd call his own masterpiece. at least he knows he can feel free to say that he likes denji. the blonde didn't seem to mind & he hopes that he didn't mind after all of this. ❛ i don't think i can ignore you when i feel like this. ❜ he reaches for denji's hand to place against his heart, to feel the thump of his heart.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, a statement that yoshida could say is entirely true for himself. his home have little homages to denji's presence & if it wasn't that then he would hear things around school. never mind the fact if you checked yoshida's call list it was mostly filled with denji & the occasional phone call from his parents. ❛ can you feel it, denji? ❜ his voice is hushed at this moment before he rests his forehead against the other.

❛ i want to be honest and show you how i feel about you. if you let me. ❜ this time he won't flee or try to camouflage himself into the surroundings to avoid his emotions.

yoshida's admittance to remembering everything that occured didn't lessen the blush settled on his cheeks at all. he won't admit it out loud, but if he had, denji found himself to be upset with the idea. he feels conflicted with himself; the push and pull of his emotions and thoughts regarding yoshida feeling like the violent tides of the ocean. he craves calm, stillness — a direction that doesn't feel so turbulent, where he has to think. he wants to just know; though he does, he very clearly does and it shows on his face.

denji finds himself catching onto the many, many times yoshida has said that he wants or that he likes something if he is involved. there's no possible way to ignore that anymore, not after realizing as well that the other might not be teasing him so much as leaving little crumbs of information for denji to catch onto. the idea of yoshida surrounding himself with all of denji, taking up every bit of space, denji's affection starved self is gnawing to every single bit of it. he wants to so badly submit to it. it makes sense right? yoshida wouldn't mind at all if he suddenly went from ‘i wanna feel tits,’ to ‘i wanna touch you.’

denji hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he exhales shakily, hand moving to cover his whispered into ear with little offense and full embarrassment. he doesn't know what he must look like, but given yoshida's amusement must be a sight to see. he swallows nervously as yoshida cups his face delicately. he scarcely remembers a time he was ever handled this gently as yoshida answers the question that'd been nagging at him this whole time. his mouth held somewhat agape, it's like everything slots in place. finally, finally, denji seems to get it.

a confession. denji realizes, yoshida has directly confessed to him.

his mouth opens and closes uselessly for a minute, yoshida's question causing him to think once again. he's almost certain that he likes yoshida in return, but some strange part of his mind is latching onto the idea of girls, and liking them. he's not gay, and he's never been attracted to another guy before — not until right now. the idea is a little foreign to denji regardless; yoshida being a very special case to how ‘straight’ he seems to be. it doesn't help any that yoshida's soft hands are in his hair, trailing down his face, his lips to which the bottom catches on the pad of his thumb. if yoshida weren't sick right now, would they kiss? denji finds himself heating up at the idea.

he's been silent for too long, so with a feeble attempt to gather his thoughts, he squirms a little. “i-” denji starts, his face grimacing slightly. “i don't know. i think i like you too.” it's entirely new territory for him, this brand new discovery he'd never attempted to breech before. his hands sit firmly in his lap, folded together. “b-but i still... i still like girls, so i'm not... i'm not sure.” denji's body leans into yoshida's, his impulsivity getting the better of him as he puts a brief kiss to yoshida's cheek. hopefully this gives him enough clues that he's not being rejected in the slightest with his next words. “can i have some time to think about it?”

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #!! #you were cooking with this reply deadass #all the confessing #god can't wait until denji confesses #cause yoshida is going to be shooketh #i will hold you because i love them #yoshida ready to fuck him up once he gets better and in summer #they do too #just so so soft and ! #idc if fujimoto never makes them canon #they are our canon #q.

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A FEVER TENDS TO SWEAT THE BODY OUT OF EVERYTHING, BUT it's also helping yoshida say the things he's held close to his chest. though at this moment he's not his best & he's letting denji view this side of him. he gives a few hard blinks before closing his eyes a little, the comfort of denji's body next to him has his put at ease. there's not much that puts yoshida at peace, but he includes the rowdy boy that's sitting in his lap as one of the few things he enjoys. it should say something that he enjoys the blonde's company. he has an aversion to most people especially when the try to dig deeper, shoveling to figure out who he is. yoshida would rather be a tunnel of mole hills, elusive to everyone but the person who's nursing him.

there's a chuckle that leave his lips as denji is surprised by the sudden movement. yoshida isn't sure how much more he could spell it out without being blunt with it. maybe when he wakes up in the morning he would have the strength to truly tell him & the tiredness wouldn't hit him so soon. there's a temptation to press his lips against denji's neck, but he has to hold off before he gets carried away & before sleeping attempts to reach him once more. sleep is just a call away considering his body needs that rest. ❛ do you? i remember everything i told you before i fell asleep.❜

❛ why wouldn't it? the person i like being around the most is the person taking care of me. ❜ there's a brief pause before he decides to elaborate even more on what he wants while being taken care of once. yoshida is sure if he tried to play host once again, denji would just grumble & tell him that he needs to take it easy. ❛ i want to wake up and you're next to me. but not in the chair. ❜ yoshida knows what he was like before denji entered his life. he's the disruption of the life he grew accustomed to. the isolation that he usually craves is nowhere to be found. he just wants to have denji be the constant in his life, a compass that leads him in different directions in life so that he could experience the things he was missing out on.

there's a brief shake of his head, but he doesn't think that's enough. ❛ no. i won't push you away or ignore you. you have my attention. ❜ this time he moves in closer deciding to whisper into denji's ears with the quietness of a mouse. ❛ you have all of me. ❜ it doesn't help when denji decides to face him, a cue that he's trying to level with him. fingers reach out for the other, cupping his cheek with the silent affection he's attempted to suppress. his feelings were nothing more than trying to hold his breath under weather, eventually he has to reach the surface to let oxygen flow through him. ❛ i wanted to do this differently, but i want to give you an answer. it should be obvious, but i like you.❜ a sadder smile tugs on his lips wondering if he had been honest from the beginning if things would have played out differently. he can't dwell on that because he has denji now.

❛ i like you and i was scared it would be one-sided affection considering i'm gay and you're straight. but i'm not sure, what do you feel for me?❜ this time he brushes a few strands of his bangs. yoshida could no longer be a curtain trying to hide the sun anymore. his fingers trail downwards before his thumb brushes against denji's lip. he's so close but he knows he can't. he's just a boy who likes another boy. that's his story.

denji had somewhat forgotten about the events of this afternoon. even though it had only been a passing few hours, denji had spent some time reasoning that yoshida was simply saying anything; that he hadn't meant much of anything by his words. perhaps he was teasing him in some fashion, the way he always did when they were together. after all, prior to their misunderstanding, yoshida had a way with teasing him by saying the most outlandish things, and denji would brush them off, yet he had a nagging curiosity.

what if yoshida hadn't been messing with him as much as he suspected? what would he do then?

fortunately, it seems like denji would get to experience that; his body suddenly being pulled into a warmth his own body wasn't used to. the shock of it making him shiver violently in yoshida's lap despite the lack of coldness in the room. “geh!” a surprised noise leaves him as he's sat firmly in yoshida's lap. he can feel his own warmth coming back, the heat from earlier coming back subtly to rest as dust on his cheeks and ears. his teeth clench firmly in an effort to get his wits about him back. “i kinda remember somethin' like that...,” denji mumbles, brows furrowing deeply.

“how's me bein' in ya arms gunna help you? i thought i was doin' a good job of nursin' ya back ta health,” denji is puzzled, attempting to recall the moments that ms. makima would take care of him and mimicking what she would do. feeling a weight on his shoulder, he raises a curious eyebrow up at yoshida. immediately replaced by a look of surprise and embarrassment, he averts his gaze a little. he had said that, didn't he? he said that without thinking in the moment, but he doesn't want yoshida to stop being selfish if it meant he got to keep him around. or perhaps denji was the one feeling selfish, wanting to keep yoshida around. it meant something though, didn't it?

“does that mean yer not gunna push me away anymore? 'm kinda... 'm kinda curious,” denji turns to face the other. he wonders if yoshida will give him a straight answer just like last time. his body turns somewhat in the other's hold so that he can properly face him. “why'd seein' me and reze bother you? thinkin' about it, ya started actin' really weird after i met her, 'n i didn' even realize it.”

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #getting all the touches yoshida can provide him right now #because !!!!! #he's right there and all he wants is denji by his side #they are now !! #yoshida deadass confessed #even if it wasn't the way he wanted to but he can't deny #not with denji asking questions like that #ANYWAYS CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP #throwing my pillow across the room #get me my tissues right now #q.

[smilemuse]

DENJI'S REACTION IS PRICELESS TO HIM, his amusement runs deep as a spring in the earth. he knows supernatural beings within his own realm but they are many that try to blend in with society. he doesn't think he would ever give up being what he was, but the fact of the matter is there's no one else wo caught his eye but denji. the pearl that hangs around his neck is nothing but proof of that. yoshida never forgot to be careful after that day since he knows he got rather lucky at a young age.

he knows the proposal is outrageous for someone's first 'meeting' of him, but he's willing to take the patient most do when they learn crocheting most of the time. yoshida likes to think he can be reasonable considering he is the one who overseas others, his attendants being other kitsune such as himself. the hierarchy is there to serve someone like him & he was content with having the person who would take over in the future by his side. however, before changing his realm to the heavens, he wanted to be in love. no other person existed for him but denji.

❛ i'd still favor you, but i would accept it. i'd like you to think about it earnestly and try. i would like us to fall in love and i'd like for you to be my bride.❜ he wishes the other could see the sincerity of his smile considering he wears many like the mask that is currently on his face. he would make his intentions clear with the other, but he wonders what other ways he could court the other. yoshida knows he can't force anyone's feelings, so he can be fair. his wicked ways were mostly a thing of the past, but he still desires to be kissed by the other before parting.

when his mask is dropped the hint of his smile tugs at the corners when denji studies him. his beauty is ethereal, a heaven's blessing that most do admire his. the creatures of his realm fawn after him, he's akin to this world's entertainers. ❛ i'm glad you think so. most people flatter me for my good looks, but it's different coming from you.❜ a hand reaches for denji's waist, pressing the two together instead of watching denji come apart. the way his face flushes is too adorable & he makes a note to try & draw that even more out of the other. ❛ now that you've seen me, am i allowed to exchange my blessing for your kiss? ❜

he wants to influence that it's a fair trade as he knows no one would kiss someone they can't see. however, it's a type of blessing that should protect denji from any danger, if he wasn't there. yoshida is a busy fox after all. if he could he would admire denji like clouds drifting on a sunny day. perhaps one day they could do that with the warmer weather.

denji contemplates a moment on the offer given. if he's offering to prove the ears are real, denji should take it, yeah? one hand leaves the broom to gently caress those snow white ears, and they're surprisingly very, very real. his eyes widen as proof stacks up for this guy actually being the inari. “they're real,” he finds himself muttering, pulling his hand away. worry begins to settle in now; has this guy been telling the truth the whole time? his worry and embarrassment are no less subdued when he realizes he's been proposed to by the ō-inari himself. most people would normally celebrate this kind of thing right? but denji feels wildly unprepared.

as he mentioned he is still in school; logically things like romance and having a lover are a part of the high school experience, but marriage? such a thing sounded like a pipe dream, or rather something denji had never thought about wanting for himself. however yoshida is claiming to be serious about him; it makes denji even more flustered to think that the god the other maidens claim to favor him actually does, and all of it was intentional. he should be flattered, right; denji feels too overwhelmed in the moment to settle out his heart and thoughts though.

denji swallows with a nod; the maiden's whisper countless stories about the fox gods residing in the shrine, and the oral tales of their love stories. denji listened in often enough to know them by heart, but without knowing he would be in one himself. just what was it about him that the ō-inari would pay special attention to him? he takes a breath, “you'll wait for me? b-but what if i don't? what if i don't fall in love with you?” denji is confused and in awe of the fox god's confidence that denji would choose him. he doesn't snatch his hand away at all, once again having contact with the other man who seems keen on being in his space; now bold enough to be touching him it seems.

he figures if he's getting himself into this mess, he might as well see what he's got going on for him. with his free hand, denji slowly lifts the mask, noting the beauty mark that sits near his bottom lip. attractive isn't the word he would normally use but it's got some kind of mental hold on denji's brain right now, as he pulls the mask the remainder of the way off. dark eyes meet amber, and... well, he supposes the stories about the inari aren't just a bunch of lies. he's really... — pretty, handsome, stunning? — denji's brain attempts to supply with any words that come close to describing who he's looking at. “pretty—” denji huffs out; his filterfailing him, allowing the first word to come out his mouth to describe yoshida. his face flushes further. “i-i mean... of course you are. I mean-!”

shit he's a mess now. what did he get himself into?

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #v. tbt #he really did #nothing else and nothing more #i want to marry you with the first meeting is WILD off the bat #ajflkjdlf hahah denji being shooketh is sending me #hehehe #q.

[smilemuse]

HE'S CORDUROY, durable enough to withstand most effects of the weather but he can be worn down with enough force. yoshida had accepted the invitation without a thought, he was done becoming scrambled at the thought he might not have a chance. yoshida had made his decision, but he also understands that for denji this is completely new territory. boys weren't in the cards until...he showed up, but denji is welcoming of every detail of affection he wishes to provide for the other. he knows he's acting like a lovesick teenager that can't keep their hands off their first lover.

❛ is this the first time you've brought someone over? ❜ he's a little curious of denji's childhood. yoshida's only recollection is mostly growing up alone, the distance between his parents was palpable although it's far greater now. his biological passing would have to be one he would describe with grey skies, thunder booming in the background. it wasn't anything he really mentioned to denji except the fact that he has a stepmother. he tries & he can't really fault her for that but the pain of losing a parent is not anyone could understand. ❛ i guess you'll miss me in all my shirtless glory in bed, huh? ❜

yoshida's reveal of his piercings are a rolled up carpet unfolding onto the floor. he prefers more subtle body modifications more than anything, never revealing his cards or the fact that he did love them. a part of him wishing to get more, but perhaps he'd wait until college as a present for starting. the look on denji's face is one of intrigue & confusion though he's not sure where the confusion lies considering their open-mouthed kisses had his tongue piercing front & center. ❛ denji-kun, when i have ever said i was a goody-two shoes or perceived myself to be? ❜ however, denji's next action has him suppressing a moan as he's quite sensitive there due to the piercings. his hands against tugging on his chest felt a little too good.

a light spread of pink dyes his cheeks & set off alarms on how he'd like to show denji some payback. ❛ no, it felt more like a harder pinch. if you decide you really want to, i'll go with you. i know someone. ❜ he pulls away once he feels denji draw away & he turns around, back facing his as he decides he wants them to both have some privacy. yoshida locks the door so that they wouldn't have anyone to disturb the idea of them exploring each other. he was already sick of the car ride with everyone'e eyes on them. with ease, he plops himself against denji, laying next to him as his fingers reach out to play with his hair. ❛ denji... ❜ his voice trails off before leaning over, his mouth attaching itself onto fair skin. alone together never felt more right.

denji had plans for this summer besides having fun, of course. while having the second biggest bed in the villa was one thing, it was also to finish sorting out both himself and his feelings for yoshida. denji doesn't feel like he would have any problems being in a relationship with yoshida, but he didn't want to be too hasty in his recently realized feelings. he felt as though yoshida deserved a proper answer, and so he wished for some time to consider yoshida's affections while not stopping the other from displaying them to him. being in close proximity during the summer was the perfect time to do so, or so denji believes. he just wanted to make sure what he's feeling for yoshida is real.

“yeah. before ms. makima got busy with her political work, she would take us here for the summer. it was pretty fun, but this is th' first time we've been 'ere without her,” denji answers. his lip pokes out softly to the suggestive question, “there's only one bed here, but yer more than welcome to the twin bed in the other room.” it's a thinly veiled threat, but he's quite convinced that yoshida wouldn't leave him to sleep in a different bed, considering how content he looks to cuddle him at night.

denji got a hint of just what yoshida had hidden underneath his loose shirt, but actually seeing it was a different story. amber eyes map out and memorize yoshida's body for the first time, body jolting up quickly as he catches something quite interesting. he knew students of their school were highly chastised for tattoos and abnormal piercings; beyond the eight on his ears, denji didn't think yoshida would have two more on his chest of all places. to think denji got fussed at just for having blonde hair — natural, given to him by his mother — but the vice president of their school had all that. even aki wasn't that bold to go beyond the two studs in his ears his senpai begged him to get with her.

denji crawls close to the edge of the bed for a closer look. “th' fuck? i thought you were seriously some goody-two shoes, but you got this,” denji murmurs, thoughtlessly reaching out to palm and touch one of them. “did it hurt? i thought about doin' my ears but aki won't come with me and says i need'ta be sure i want em.”

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #rip denji #you awoke him #now he's like all right #he sure is #that's his and he's so into him #ajflkdjf no one understands his vision and he is 100% okay with that #doesn't care for the judgment #denji is cute in aspects no one will ever understand but him #q.

[smilemuse]

what public safety does to a man. Save him

#☈ • sᴍɪʟᴇs ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɪʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛ / sᴇʟғ. #PRETTY #idc #man's facecard also does not decline!