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Ryuji doesn’t know when his feelings changed for Yusuke.
He doesn’t understand why his heart pounds against his chest when the artist looks at him instead of rolling his eyes in usual annoyance.
The snobbish arrogant Yusuke, the guy he could barely stand to be around without shooting a glare at any possible chance given.
His stupid pretty face that he couldn’t stop staring at, his lanky tall build, how he towered over Ryuji. His long hair that must feel silky to the touch, dainty fingers that hold paint brushes and pencils with exact precision against canvases and paper.
Despite how frail and fragile Yusuke appeared to him, From his demeanor it looked like Yusuke could only sit there and look pretty. It shocked him to see how precise and elegant his movements in the metaverse was; His fast slices and swift strikes not giving a single moment for any enemy to process what had even hit them.
The more Ryuji thought about it, Yusuke was prettier than most girls. He was a pretty boy no doubt, but he couldn’t help thinking about his long eyelashes fluttering under lidded eyes; how his lithe body would look sprawled and arms spread above his head. Those thin fingers grasping at bed sheets maybe, and he’d take shallow breaths trying his best to stay silent underneath Ryuji. His own calloused hands would then graze untouched skin, against delicate ribs and hips. Yusuke’s cheeks turn a crimson red against his unnaturally pale skin; Ryuji leans in instinctively to kiss those plush lips-
What the actual hell was wrong with him? Why the hell was he thinking about kissing that pretentious snob? Why the hell was he imagining an entire sexual fantasy with someone as insufferable as Yusuke? God, he must be extremely sexually frustrated if his mind is wandering to places he wouldn’t dare go even with a persona.
Yusuke doesn’t know when his feelings changed for Ryuji.
The boy was vulgar with no sensibilities, spouting every single thought that crossed his head no matter how ridiculous it was. It was a challenge to spend even a minute around Ryuji without getting into a conflict over something minuscule.
But Yusuke finds himself gazing at Ryuji for longer periods of time. Even if Ryuji’s brashness was intolerable at times, he respected his boldness. On the battlefield, the blonde would throw his entire body towards shadows, brutal and hard hitting attacks until the enemy was turned into dust. That kind of reckless behavior would have made Yusuke scoff, however he found himself strangely infatuated with Ryuji’s fighting style.
Yusuke hoped desperately that Ryuji wouldn’t notice how he would constantly turn to see the sliver of his pecs when he moved ever so slightly.
His mind lingers on times Ryuji would stretch his arms, biceps rippling and his defined back muscles exposed when he would wear his tank tops.
His body reflected the classical sculptures displayed in cathedrals, a body that old masters would fawn over to replicate in their art pieces. Ryuji was another muse in that sense, perhaps Yusuke only wanted to paint him, even tread through the shallow waters of ceramics.
Would it be strange to ask Ryuji to model nude? When he conjured the scenario in his head, images came to him that caused him to be shocked at his own imagination.
Ryuji’s naked body on display, A Yusuke unable to resist the urge to trace his fingers against strong muscle and skin, listening to quick breaths in a quiet art studio.
Lips inches away from one another, wordless as they make contact. Ryuji the tantalizing apple hanging above his head, his own depraved soul as the snake tempting Eve into sin.
He shakes the thoughts off vigorously. Never before had he felt this kind of emotion, the lust for another. It was scandalous, how perverted and unprofessional to think about becoming tainted with a teammate in a public art studio at that!
Yusuke head aches, he might as well vent out whatever frustration he’s feeling onto paper. Every idea seems to leave him except for Ryuji.