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Photoshoot after photoshoot. More and more of the same boring clothes. Thankfully his bored expression was his brand so he could get away with failing to show interest. But that doesn't stop it from being so fucking repetitive.
His next shoot is for an up and coming brand. Sae has never heard of it, but he rarely remembers anything unless it's world famous. He's ready for it to be a usual shoot with oversized sweaters and bleach-dyed jeans. So when he is dressed up by his manager... He is baffled.
As if sensing Sae’s irritation, his manager mumbles apologies. “I know this isn't your usual type of work, but it's really making a splash overseas! As long as we cooperate with the director, we shouldn't be too long.”
Sae clicks his tongue, causing his manager to flinch. Then his makeup artist hurries over, putting way too much eyeliner on him. He doesn't hide his annoyance. He's going to look like a damn clown at this rate. And while he can't see it fully from this angle, the bright fuchsia ripped tank top with a highlighter yellow sports bra underneath isn't bringing him hope. The baggy black jeans are big enough to change his silhouette. He looks like he's walked straight out of an outdated 2000s young girl's fashion magazine. His bluntly cut bangs being left to hang free despite having a black hairband on the crest of his head seems to be the final blow for his tolerance.
Still. He has a job to do. And he's looking for more overseas recognition. He fucking hates Japan after all. He's never been quiet about it. His career started as a child actor that was scouted from a Spanish group after all. The people of Spain may only remember his face as a kid, but it’s still so much better than being in his home country. He didn’t pay attention, but he’s fairly certain his manager mentioned something about this designer being based in America. Not European, but still. Better than here.
He feels a bit awkward as he makes his way into the bright area with a stark white background. Seems dull considering the color explosion on his torso. But maybe that’s the point. He’s done this thousands of times, but he can’t say he’s used to wearing outfits like this. Frankly, underwear modeling feels more comfortable than this. The way the heavy pants show his v-line alongside his barely covered abs feels annoyingly erotic. Not a look Sae is too fond of. He will definitely avoid working with these people in the future.
Following through on his routine goes smoothly. He poses as he is prompted and more, making the little blonde photographer with a baby face taking shots look starstruck more than once. All while Sae wears his impassive expression. Though it doesn’t stay comfortable. Not when a new voice pipes up.
“C’mon, that’s all you got?” The gruff voice says from the darkness behind the immediate crew. Sae just barely widens his eyes as the source comes into his view, which annoyingly is followed by a dull click of the camera. Still, who could blame him? The person that reveals himself is dressed even more obnoxiously than Sae is. An ugly black mesh shirt that doesn’t try at all to hide anything, making the excessive body glitter all over his tan skin even more evident. Incredibly tight bright red pants that reflect the light with their latex-like texture. All sickeningly wrapped together with big black platform boots and oversized sunglasses on his face, contrasting his bleached blonde hair with crudely dip-died hot pink tips.
Sae holds himself back from frowning, but clearly the disaster of a man likes one of the recent pictures given the way he grins wide, taking a cherry sucker out of his mouth to hold between his forefingers as if it’s a damn cigarette. “See! That’s what I’m looking for! A little emotion!”
Emotion? He’s being asked for emotion? Does this guy have any idea who Sae even is? He can’t stop himself from breaking his facade, a scowl gracing his face as he’s about to talk back and ask for security to drag the guy out. But he’s interrupted by a loud cheer from the man in question. “Yesssss! Just like that, Lashes! You look so damn hot like that! More anger!”
Sae drops his pose, shooting his glare towards his manager. He rudely points towards the dramatic man and bluntly says, “Can someone remove this wild animal from the set?”
“Itoshi-san-!” His manager starts to say, only to seal his lips shut as the guy in question casually stumbles into Sae’s space, right in front of the cameras that are (annoyingly) still snapping pictures. He has a smile as he pops his cherry sucker back in his mouth.
The loud guy throws an arm around Sae, pulling him close with an outrageous amount of strength. “Awh, if you’re into pet play, I don’t mind.~” Sae quickly uses ingrained self-defense that he hasn’t had to use for years, twisting the guy’s arm behind his back painfully. “Hahah! You’re gettin’ this, right?!”
“Yup!” The photographer grins, giving the other man a thumbs up.
“Alright, change of plans!” Sae takes two steps back as his hold is quickly gotten out of. He expects some sort of blow-back, but the guy seems just as eager as before. If not moreso. Which leaves a gross feeling in Sae’s mouth. And it’s not just because of the noxious artificial cherry scent coming from this guy. “I like you, Lashes! So I’m gonna join the fun!”
Sae is about to bark out an order to someone, anyone, only to be struck with shock as multiple people in the crew cheer. Are they fucking serious? They are just letting this guy do whatever he wants? Like he’s in charge of this all? No, this has to be a joke. Sae quickly turns towards his manager and stomps off the set, grabbing the poor guy by the tie and getting right in his face. “What the fuck is this?”
“I-Itoshi-san...!” His manager squirms under that intense gaze. “You s-should really- watch your temper! That guy is-”
“Get back here, beautiful.” The tanned man purrs, grabbing Sae by the wrist and dragging him back to the set without a care in the world. “Just a few more pics and I’ll let ya fly free, alright?”
Sae smacks his hand hard enough that it is audible, a rage he hasn’t felt for many years finally breaking out. And yet he is expertly pushed and pulled into poses. Sae even finds himself falling into the swing, feeling annoyed about it the entire time. All while wearing a scowl. It’s almost like they are dancing, the mysterious stranger working with Sae as if it’s second nature. The little impromptu duo-shoot comes to an end with the guy pushing up his glasses onto his head to reveal striking bright pink contacts with cat-like pupils. He gives a wink seeing Sae’s surprise, his long blonde eyelashes making the simple movement come across as even more flare.
They are both still after that, holding their final pose, pressed too close and looking into each other's eyes. An unfamiliar sweat is running down Sae’s face. He never sweats on camera, not even on the fucking catwalk. But here he is, wide-eyed and sweaty like a star-struck newbie. His partner in crime gives a wide grin, pure joy flaring behind those bright contacts. Even against his tan face and under the body glitter, Sae spots the guy’s own sweat and a faint blush. He realizes they are both out of breath, as if this had been going on for hours.
Their staring contest is cut short as one of the crew members gets up and starts hollering excitedly. Many begin to follow, cheering and clapping as if they just saw an unforgettable show. Sae remembers where he is, and quickly pushes the big guy away with a furrowed brow.
“That was-” Sae begins to say. “What are you-”
That big cheesy grin makes him shut up. “I told you it was just a few more!~”
Sae glances at the still buzzing crew, then to his manager who looks a bit star-struck himself. Though he closes his jaw realizing that Sae is looking at him. He quickly makes his way over, whispering to Sae beneath the loud voices that go against all forms of professionality that Sae is used to. “That’s Ryusei Shidou...!”
“...A model?” Sae questions.
His manager is clearly annoyed realizing that Sae didn’t listen to any of what he was briefed about this morning. “Not just that! He’s the designer! THE Ryusei Shidou!”
Sae’s confused expression turns to faint surprise. He looks back towards Ryusei, frowning as the guy gives him a wink the second their eyes meet again. Is this guy really the designer? The name behind the brand? Not just that, but a model as well? He scans Ryusei’s outfit, and finds himself realizing that they must all be self-made. Even if they are tacky beyond belief, the craftsmanship is otherworldly. Sae looks into those cat-like eyes again.
Ryusei waves a few of his crew away, casually walking towards Sae with a smug grin. “So? How was it? Your first taste of Ryusei Shidou?”
Sae is about to snap back, but he finds himself faltering. How WAS it? To be completely honest... It’s the most fun he’s had modeling for a very, VERY long time. The sweat still running down the back of his neck makes that obvious. But he can’t admit that. So he brushes it off with as much nonchalance as he can manage. “...It was fine. You really should have warned me though. You caught me off guard-”
“Yeah! Exactly!” Ryusei interrupts, taking out his sucker and pointing it towards Sae. “That’s the point! I mean, I’ve seen your work before. ALL over Japan. Can’t miss those pretty eyelashes no matter where you turn these days.” Ryusei chuckles. “And I always thought... How fucking gorgeous you would be if you had some emotion. I like the uncaring look too, mind you! It’s hot as fuck! I’m getting all hot and bothered just seeing it in person! But for real! That glare...” Ryusei leans a bit closer, his eyes now half-lidded. “...I thought I was gonna cum right there.”
“Creep.” Sae responds quickly, but he makes no effort to move away. He seems quite staunch in letting their staring contest continue, actually. “...Let me see the pictures.”
Ryusei’s eyes light up. “Yes sir, right away boss!~” He turns on a tight pivot, skulking over to the screens near the big camera. Ryusei shoos away one of the crew who, for some reason, doesn’t seem pissed that they are being stopped in their tracks. Ryusei doesn’t sit in the chair, simply leaning forward casually on the desk as he clicks away. Sae only realizes he was staring when Ryusei turns to him. “Take a look!”
Sae curiously steps forward, able to stand being nearly pressed up against Ryusei’s muscular body as long as he gets to see what he asked for. Which is strange. Normally he would be disgusted by any physical contact. And he was at first, but with that shoot... He doesn’t mind it so much.
He scrolls through the pictures, the first bunch looking as flawless as they always do. Even when Sae is dressed this way, he has a cool and confident air. But it all goes downhill following a shot that caught his eyes going wide as Ryusei stepped forward. Expressions that Sae didn’t even know he could make anymore are all over the place. Anger, disdain, disgust, but also intrigue, amazement, and... Even a few sincere smiles that he didn’t even realize he was making out there. He presses a hand to his mouth as if checking to make sure he doesn’t still look like that.
“Nice, right?” Ryusei says, his gruff voice too close to Sae’s ear. He’s clearly doing this on purpose. But Sae can’t find it in himself to care. More than anything, he’s blown away. Never in his entire life has another model been able to move with him like that. They are always so stiff and awkward. It feels like a long-dead spark is being relit in his chest. It makes him realize that... He actually really used to care about this profession. And it’s so strange to feel that again.
Sae is silent for a while, and Ryusei seems content to leave him to ponder (all while pressed up against him with no tact at all). Sae’s manager feels like he’s hallucinating to see Sae letting someone touch him for so long without some sort of retort or violent lashing out. His voice is quiet as he finally responds, standing up straight to look at Ryusei over his shoulder. “...What other outfits?”
“Hm?” Ryusei asks, seemingly actually a bit surprised. As if his ears are playing tricks on him.
“Were there more outfits planned? For the shoot?” Sae reiterates, almost sounding defensive.
Ryusei’s smile is so bright that it blinds everyone who sees it for a moment, all except for Sae. He can’t help himself. He pulls Sae into a big hug. “Yeah- yeah, as many as you want, Lashes!”
“Don’t hug me.” Sae hisses, lightly pushing back on Ryusei’s chest. He’s a bit surprised at how quickly Ryusei follows his orders. He sticks annoyingly close, but doesn’t push it. So he can learn how to take orders. Sae likes that in a person. “...Let’s do it.”
Ryusei’s heart beats loudly, so loud that it’s almost unbearable. But he quickly rushes back towards the set-up area and pulls several outfits aside. Sae follows behind at a slow pace, somehow able to keep a neutral expression as Ryusei pulls out more and more outrageous pieces. Even as Ryusei teases him with a daring black dress, Sae doesn’t outright refuse. He just... Doesn’t look too excited. Still, Sae isn’t one to beat around the bush. Ryusei could tell that just from a few minutes together. So he felt a bit too hopeful to see those muscular legs being shown off.
Meanwhile, the crew and both of their teams seem a bit taken aback. For two people who clearly pissed each other off at first glance, the two of them now... They mesh a little TOO well. It’s concerning. Sure, it isn’t strange for Ryusei to get his little crushes on talented models, but he never lets it get past flirting. And Sae? Sae would rather die than get along with someone like this in any other scenario. His manager still finds himself lightly pinching the back of his hand to ensure he is actually seeing it. They, somehow, keep up with each other. Even as more and more demanding and outrageous things are brought up.
“Let me do your makeup too.” Ryusei says with his cat-like grin.
Normally, Sae would get incredibly defensive over his makeup. In fact, it took him months to find someone he didn’t hate to do the job. And even now, he’s still pretty dismissive of her. Their relationship is purely business, and he clearly hates every second he’s touched by her. But he allows it. And yet here he is, sincerely thinking about it. “...Fine.”
Sae’s manager feels lightheaded. While Sae is incredibly talented, the guy is a pain to work with. If things don’t go his way perfectly, he throws a childish hissy fit all while keeping that cool exterior that makes other people seem like the actual problem. He’s come to find it at least a little endearing, but that’s after years of dealing with it. Honestly, part of why he’s stuck around so long is his own hardheadedness. Maybe that’s why Sae is his only focus while other managers have seemingly endless models under their wings. Sae is worth the trouble, but that doesn’t mean the trouble doesn’t exist. So seeing it almost magically fade away is indescribable. Pride? But also jealousy? And pure joy? But combined with anxiety unlike anything he’s ever faced? It’s really too much to put into a few choice words... Just trying to name the feeling has him feeling dizzy. All while Sae listens (ACTUALLY listens!) to what Ryusei says. Instead of just half-listening, a habit he’s picked up within the last year or two since he’s gotten so bored of the job.
Sae right now... To people who don’t know him, he would look just as bored as usual. But there are people in the room who have interacted with him enough to know the difference of his usual self compared to this Sae. This Sae is... Practically blinding. He’s always been attractive. It’s his job. But something about Ryusei Shidou brings out something so refreshing in Sae. His bored eyes now have a sparkle to them, and if you pay really close attention, you might even notice a slight smirk at some of Ryusei’s endless jabs.
Sae doesn’t just tolerate this guy. He likes him. A lot. His small team feels like they are watching their fussy child going alone on the school bus for the first time, practically huddling together and trying to not tear up.
Meanwhile, Ryusei’s team is having a similar but distinctly unique experience. Especially Charles, his main photographer. He is still blown away at the chemistry these two seem to have with each other. He might be new compared to most photographers in the business, but even then, you hear about Sae “Ice Prince” Itoshi within your first week on the job. He’s infamous. Gorgeous, but infamous. Anyone whose anybody in the business has heard a story or two. He knew coming into this shoot that sparks would fly some way or another, but not quite like this. No, he expected to watch two grown men break into a full-on brawl. Honestly, he's a little disappointed it didn't go that way. But this is interesting enough to soften the blow.
“This is hideous.” Sae says casually, holding up a faux-fur coat in the hot pink that Sae has come to realize is clearly Ryusei's favorite.
“You're no fun.” Ryusei teases in response, grabbing the coat. He is casual about turning Sae around to make him face the nearest mirror and holding it up along with that little black dress. “Even though you'd look so hot in it.”
Sae furrows his brow a tad, finding himself focused on something very different than the clothes draped over him. With Ryusei pressed this close and in such tight pants, he's become acutely aware of something pressing against him. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Sae swiftly moves away a bit, sending a pointed glare at Ryusei. “You really are a pervert.”
Ryusei doesn’t even try to justify himself. He simply shrugs with that cat-like grin. “I’m an honest guy!~”
“That’s a unique way to put it.” Sae scoffs. His eyes then trail off to one of the outfits left hanging up. He purses his lips a bit as he observes a red latex jacket, perfectly matching Ryusei’s current pants. Well... If they are going to continue this little duo-business... He may as well make their outfits more cohesive.
Ryusei watches curiously as Sae makes his way forward and pulls out several pieces. The centerpiece is most certainly the red jacket, but Ryusei finds himself interested in the other items Sae picks out. Despite ‘fashion’ being a model’s job, a shocking amount of them have no real talent for it themselves. They just wear whatever is given to them. At first, Ryusei assumed Sae was the same. But watching him pick out items now, ruthlessly taking pieces from pre-assembled ensembles... Fuck, it makes his heart pound.
“Are you gonna wear this for me, Lashes?” Ryusei purrs as Sae hangs up his items of choice to get a better look at the cohesion. “I like your style. Elegant and mature. Really brings out the color.”
Sae casts a side-glance towards Ryusei. He almost seems pleased at Ryusei’s compliments. To be fair, if he did this to any other designer, he’d be torn apart. But Ryusei isn’t like other designers. He’s... Fun. As embarrassing as it is to admit that, even to himself.
“I’m going to wear this.” Sae finally says.
He’s met with that blinding grin. “As long as I can do your makeup still.”
With no care in the world for other people seeing, Sae begins removing his current clothes. Ryusei watches a bit too closely as Sae calmly redresses himself. Distressed black jeans with dramatic bell-bottoms, a gray v-neck shirt that is probably a size too small given the way it frames Sae’s muscular torso, and that shiny red latex jacket.
Again Sae finds himself expecting Ryusei to be upset, but instead, he looks absolutely elated. He quickly directs Sae to a nearby mirror so he can work on his makeup with proper lighting. Sae once again questions himself. He’s never this loose with plans. Well, even if he is, no one ever goes along with him. You can only be so much of a diva before people get sick of you. But Ryusei is different. He’s taking it in stride, practically feeding off of it.
Sae watches as Ryusei touches up his eyeliner all while letting his red tongue stained by the cherry sucker peek out from behind his lips. Sae looks a bit too closely at the way his upper lip wraps around the stem of it. Hm. Perhaps the physical contact with a pervert has started to turn him into one. And yet he can’t seem to care enough to stop any of this.
“Hell yes.” Ryusei eventually laughs, turning Sae around eagerly.
Sae looks at his own reflection with barely concealed surprise. If he thought the eyeliner before was too much, this is unacceptable. It’s nearly as thick as Ryusei’s own makeup with little flares along his undereye to emphasize his underlashes. He, truly, looks outrageous. And yet when side-by-side with Ryusei, he can’t deny... They look quite good together. And they will certainly look even better when in front of the cameras. If this was a solo-look he would have washed it off and stormed out of the studio. But it seems he’s willing to compromise as long as he has a partner that compliments him... He’s never felt anything like it.
Everyone on the staff watches with baited breath as the two go back to the white stage. Ryusei lowers his shades and shoots a look at Charles from behind the camera. “You ready, contrarian?”
“Always!” Charles says with a big smile. “Show me something seeeexy!~”
“Obviously.” Ryusei smirks. And without any warning, Sae is being pulled closer. His surprise doesn’t last long since this isn’t the first time he’s experiencing it, but Ryusei really is explosive with his movements. He can barely keep up. Sae Itoshi, not able to keep up... The idea is laughable. So laughable that Sae refuses to let it appear that way. He starts putting in much more effort than he normally would for a shoot.
Ryusei is clearly pleased as Sae begins taking the lead. Once again, it’s like they are dancing. They move from pose to pose flawlessly. Not a single word spoken. The staff is practically holding their breath watching them move.
Right as Sae finds himself taking a solid lead on how things are shaping, Ryusei switches things up by moving behind Sae and pressing his chest against his back. He unmistakably feels that hardness against his ass again. Ryusei is absolutely shameless. And yet for some reason, Sae is feeding off of that too. Hell, he even plays into it, shooting a glance over his shoulder that could only be described as ‘erotic’. Ryusei’s eyes widen behind his sunglasses and he finds himself biting on the stem between his lips.
Once more, Sae is in the lead. And Ryusei seems quite pleased about this, now taking a more supporting role as Sae faces him and pushes him to his knees abruptly. He forces Ryusei to tilt his head up to look at him, even going as far as pushing those glasses up so their eyes meet properly. Ryusei’s face is one of enchantment. As if Sae has put him under his spell.
“That’s the shot!” Charles yells in excitement. “Holy SHIT!”
Charles’ exclamation has Sae realizing he is being watched right now. He is quick to go back to his normal unimpressed expression, but he does offer Ryusei a hand. Ryusei is breathing heavily as he stands back up, happily taking Sae’s hand. Before Sae even gets a chance to widen the distance, Ryusei’s grip solidifies. The two exchange another electric look. And despite Charles having signaled the end of the shoot, a few more clicks of his camera sound.
Sae is the one to eventually break eye contact. He doesn’t have to wretch his hand away since Ryusei’s grip softens after their internal dialogue. He seems satisfied. No, more than satisfied. He seems like he would be happy to die right now. As if every desire in his life has been fulfilled. But he can’t die before seeing the fruits of their labor. He quickly follows behind Sae as the shorter man makes his way towards Charles to look at the pictures.
If he was shocked by the first round of pictures, this one has Sae wondering if he’s even looking at himself. It’s almost breathtaking- the shot that Charles deemed ‘the shot’. Sae can’t disagree, is the thing. His seafoam eyes hold an intensity that draws the viewer in as if they have their own gravitational pull. And Ryusei... His slightly flushed cheeks, that expression of WORSHIP... Sae purses his lips, almost cursing realizing how hot his own body feels. Yeah, Ryusei’s perverted tendencies are definitely spreading. That’s the only explanation.
“Fucking hell.” Ryusei whispers over Sae’s shoulder as he observes the picture. “That’s so fucking hot. Christ, I seriously almost blacked out when you pushed me to my knees like that, Lashes.”
“Hm.” Sae murmurs in response. A half-hearted acknowledgement, but acknowledgement nonetheless. And if Sae is being completely honest with himself, he barely even remembers making that move. It was almost all instinctual. Which is very far out of Sae’s normal range.
“Hey.” Ryusei says, catching Sae’s attention. The two look at each other. Ryusei is smiling like a total idiot. “Do you... Wanna do a partnership?”
Sae’s eyes go wide. He’s been asked this many times before from many brands, and he’s turned all of them down except for the especially famous ones. Never before has he sincerely considered it with such a small brand. But if he’s being completely honest... There’s few things he would like more. He shoots a sideways glance at his manager who has been watching nervously just out of earshot.
He should really consult his manager before agreeing to something like this. He absolutely should. He’s right there. All he has to do is raise his voice a bit and it would be settled. Instead, Sae looks back at Ryusei’s hopeful eyes. “Yeah. I do.”
“Seriously?!” Ryusei practically yelps, disregarding all attempts at keeping himself from overwhelming Sae as he grabs him by the waist and lifts him up with an impressive amount of strength, going as far as starting to twirl around with him in his arms. “You’re the best, Lashes! No- Sae-chan! You’re seriously the best!! No one has ever looked so good in my brand! Well- except yours truly.” He snickers, putting Sae back down with that.
Sae huffs as if it’s a bother. He makes his way over to his manager without a word. Before any words can be exchanged, he rather rudely grabs his personal phone that he’s been holding onto for Sae. He takes it over to Ryusei with a bored expression, holding the phone out in silent offering.
Ryusei can obviously barely believe what he’s seeing. He blinks dumbly a few times before quickly grabbing his own phone set aside nearby, almost dropping it in excitement. They silently exchange contacts with a light tap of their phones.
“Can I take this to mean you don’t mind me flirting with you more?” Ryusei chances with a smug grin.
“Mm.” Sae half-heartedly shrugs. “I’ll block you if you get annoying.”
“Worth the risk!~” Ryusei purrs. “And hey- I’ll send you my works in progress. Like I said, I really DO like your style. Adds a nice layer to mine. I think this brand could take over the entire world if we work together.~”
Sae rolls his eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“And you will!” Ryusei laughs loudly. “Seriously! I’ll contact your people, ‘kay? Fuck- I’m so pumped. This is seriously the best day of my life!”
“Well.” Sae looks Ryusei up and down one last time. “Get used to it. As long as you don’t ruin it.”
“Charles...! Get me an ambulance! I’m seriously about to die!~” Ryusei dramatically says as Sae turns to make his way towards his manager.
“...Sae? What was that?” He finally asks, a mixture of fear and excitement in his voice. He isn’t sure which is appropriate yet.
“I’m partnering with Ryusei Shidou’s brand.” Sae says flatly.
His manager goes quiet, mouth agape. He glances at Ryusei in the distance, currently pestering his cameraman as if they are siblings, before looking back at Sae. “...Are you serious?”
Sae frowns a bit, taking a moment to rudely look at his nails instead of keeping eye contact. “Yes.”
“Oh my God, Sae.” His manager says, almost out of breath. Sae half expects him to quit on the spot, only to pause his consideration of how to hire a new manager when the man speaks again. “I’m so happy, Sae!”
“...What?” Sae murmurs. “Why?”
“Because! You’ve never shown such interest in a brand before! Even world-class brands were practically nothing to you! And that shoot-” He takes a moment to breathe. “I’m not kidding when I say that I feel like I watched art being made in real time. Your expressions, your synergy, your... Aura! It was incredible! Sae! This is INCREDIBLE!” He says too loudly, getting a soft grunt from Sae as he rudely puts his hands on his upper arms and shakes him.
Sae gives a brief scowl, shooing away the hands. “Don’t touch me.” He hisses. “...Now... I desperately need to get this clown makeup off of my face.”
His manager looks like he’s about to start crying happy tears, giving an excited nod and following along as Sae casually makes his way back to the changing area. Every now and then as he gets cleaned up and starts putting back on his own clothes, he glances back. And every single time his eyes meet Ryusei’s. He looks away whenever the taller man offers a grin. But it happens several times. And he, for some reason, isn’t annoyed by it...
Things are about to get very strange for Sae, aren’t they?