This is an AU where Yuu basically lost a bet to Shinoa (and Kimizuki), so now they’re pressuring him to make a not-so-yuu-chan-move on this one hot waiter, Mika, who’s been ogling him for the past 2 weeks….So Shinoa gives him some really helpful tips!! 🙂
Thank you so much for being so patient with my delayed art trade, @laffforever!!! This was really fun to make, and your part of the trade still brings me to tears but I hope you like this!!
(shout out to @mika-yuu for giving me the gay/great scene idea…it made me laugh for days)
Yuu slammed the table and bolted up. “Wait?! What?! Why—?!”
“Did he break all his bones and die?”
“Shut up Shinoa—!”
Mitsuba raised her hand for a question. “May I jump in the pit as well? I’d like to finish the job, per say—.”
“Guys. Shut up.” Clearing his throat and with a definitive nod, Kimizuki waved along, “Continue, DM.”
Mika blinked until it was all quiet again. Then went ahead with the reconstruction of the board map.
“I can’t believe this,” Yuu grumbled into his hand, finally sinking back down onto the carpet in defeat. “Everyone’s gonna loot everything upstairs even though I did all the work.”
“You did nothing, Yuu-san. It was a team effort—and by team I mean moi—.”
“Alright shush everybody; Mika-kun’s done!”
Peering nervously over the folders, Mika struggled to breathe while everyone tried to prod and poke at the small ornate treasure chest just a couple of steps away from where Yuu’s figurine stood.
“That looks like you stole it from my sister’s dollhouse,” Kimizuki mumbled.
“I didn’t,” Mika sassed back. “I made it myself—anyway—.” He was going to glance up at Yuu to see if he was ready, but chickened out at the last minute when emerald eyes were already on him.
“You alone have fallen into a shallow pit. Lose ten damage.”
“What? Wtf?” Bitter, he grabbed his character sheet and scribbled reluctantly. “I’m a paladin. That shouldn’t hurt….”
All set again, Mika resumed.
“Darkness surrounds your vision and the only light source stems from an odd chest in front of you. It’s casting a mysterious green shadow, and the same green glow is seeping through its cracks.”
“Can I open it?” Yuu leaned forward for further immersion.
“…if you wish.”
Yuu lifted his figure to hobble it closer, and used its fist to knock on the mysterious box. “Am I gonna die if I open this?”
“Open it,” Shinoa suggested with a devious look. “Pussy.”
Yuu glowered at her while the others laughed.
“Is it locked?” Yuu asked the one behind the curtain.
“Yeah,” Mika replied simply.
“What’s it made out of?”
“Wood; but its bolts and lock are—.”
“Can I smash it open??”
“…yeah—?”
Abruptly, Yuu jumped to his feet. “I draw my sword and slash this thing up!” He then proceeded to act out the scene—using the nearby Yoichi as a visual representation for the chest. Everyone leapt to protect the cinnamon roll from danger, while Mika looked on, a creeping faintness overtaking him.
Giggling and play fighting subdued, Yuu flickered up at the blonde for confirmation, inquiring sharply, “So? What happened?”
“Well, the wood splintered open. Evidently the box was old.”
“Perfect.” Yuu reached and grabbed the chest to start fiddling with the plastic hatch. “I’m gonna clear it away enough so I can reach inside—.”
The lid popped open.
Mika pretended to be writing something down behind his folders.
“What’s this? A ring?”
“And a scroll, Yuu!” Mitsuba reached to grab it but Yuu beat her to it.
While Yuu preoccupied himself with unrolling the miniature homemade parchment, Mika could feel the others sneaking him suspicious gazes from the corner of their eyes.
“Read it out loud!” Shinoa suggested with a smirk, straight at Mika. “We all wanna hear—!”
“No!” Mika protested with a cracked yip. “Only…only Yuu-chan can read it. You guys aren’t in the pit anyway so you can’t know.”
Mitsuba covered her smile with a hand and the others tried to keep straight faces as they waited for Yuu to finish.
Mika, on the other hand, was sure this was how he was going to die. The lack of a pulse confirmed it, and he even began fancying the idea of death so as to ease his qualms.
Oh what he’d give to be anywhere else right now—but at the same time, oh how he’d rather be nowhere else but here. Right now. At this very second.
His eyes—no matter how much he was shivering or how fast his heart was racing and tumbling all around his brain—couldn’t leave the image before him. All those days and weeks and months and years agonizing over this very moment—it seemed like he was still dreaming.
There’s no way real life could be so wistful.
So…unjustifiably incredible.
Slowly, with eyes glued and still reading the tiny paper and fingers grasping the silver ring tight, Yuu stood up and shuffled around the table.
Mika keeled at the closing in. The proximity made his head spin so he stared at the brunette for balance and centering. He stopped right next to him, and never before had Mika encountered such curious intimacy with another human being.
It looked like his emerald eyes were bouncing over the end over and over and over again, clinging to that last sentence like a hopeful wish. (Maybe like it was too good to be true.)
Mika found his body scooting to face him properly. The sunflower intrinsically drawn to its sun.
Suddenly Yuu’s legs gave out under him and he staggered to the floor.
“Yuu-chan—!” Mika rushed to join him.
“You are such a…—!” Yuu waved his finger in his face, undecided what to do until squeezing his nose. “You…you…are…you know—!”
Petrified, the blonde hesitated life.
“You, you, are absolutely—AAAHHHHHHHH! I can’t believe—??!?!?” Yuu slammed his head into Mika’s shoulder, the bold contact taking both of their breaths away. “I…I…”
Out of the blue, it sounded like he was fighting off tears. Or senility. Either way, Mika rushed to hug his head, trying to pry it closer so he could kiss his forehead.
“Y-yes, Mika…”
Mika started tearing up too, holding Yuu’s already sappy face so that they could match. “Yes, Yuu-chan?”
“Of course yes!” Yuu rolled his eyes, lips pouncing onto the other’s with so much ardor that he tackled him to the ground.
The squad, overtaken by the brilliance yet ever supportive and celebrative of love, hollered and clapped like there was no tomorrow—serving to carve an otherworldly, and altogether enduring radiance about the happy couple as they wallowed in paradise.
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