[ Waiting for Akashi is excruciating, but Mayuzumi keeps his expression as blank as he can considering how hot his face is starting to feel. It's only when Akashi's standing before him that he moves to undo his belt, gaze directed downwards. He isn't deliberately being slow about it; stripping around indifferent people in a locker room is just way different from doing it in front of a really hot guy (his soulmate!) who wants to watch.
He's never felt like his stomach's turning inside out when changing after practice like he does from having Akashi's eyes on him when his pants slip down to pool at his feet, that's for sure. Especially when that absurdly cliche leading question Akashi just asked circles around in Mayuzumi's head like a dog chasing its own tail. ]
That's what I've heard too, yeah. I guess it could be true.
[ His shirttails are in the way, so he slides them up with one hand, revealing a hint of bare abdomen as well as hips and everything else swathed by the snug dark grey of his boxer briefs. Basketball's helped him get into decent shape, so really, there's nothing about what Akashi's getting an eyeful of currently that Mayuzumi feels insecure about him seeing.
Even so, he does hesitate for a split-second on whether to pull his underwear down too, instead tugging the leg up with his other hand to reveal Akashi's name, the deep red characters inscribed on Mayuzumi's inner thigh perversely close to his dick. He tilts his hips and spreads his legs a little to show it off clearly, trying not to think about just how lewd a pose he's in at the moment and failing miserably.
He swallows, shoulders resting against the wall. The destination Akashi's question guides them both to is obvious, and Mayuzumi's skeptical that it's not on purpose; he really shouldn't say it, not here, not now. Not when they've only just met and are near total strangers who barely know each other beyond their matching names and the most superficial details. Not when they could end up the topic of juicy gossip if someone were to interrupt them. Not when it's almost guaranteed things will go downhill if he says it. ]
...Do you want to find out?
[ But in defiance of all common sense is how Fate works, doesn't it? ]
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He's never felt like his stomach's turning inside out when changing after practice like he does from having Akashi's eyes on him when his pants slip down to pool at his feet, that's for sure. Especially when that absurdly cliche leading question Akashi just asked circles around in Mayuzumi's head like a dog chasing its own tail. ]
That's what I've heard too, yeah. I guess it could be true.
[ His shirttails are in the way, so he slides them up with one hand, revealing a hint of bare abdomen as well as hips and everything else swathed by the snug dark grey of his boxer briefs. Basketball's helped him get into decent shape, so really, there's nothing about what Akashi's getting an eyeful of currently that Mayuzumi feels insecure about him seeing.
Even so, he does hesitate for a split-second on whether to pull his underwear down too, instead tugging the leg up with his other hand to reveal Akashi's name, the deep red characters inscribed on Mayuzumi's inner thigh perversely close to his dick. He tilts his hips and spreads his legs a little to show it off clearly, trying not to think about just how lewd a pose he's in at the moment and failing miserably.
He swallows, shoulders resting against the wall. The destination Akashi's question guides them both to is obvious, and Mayuzumi's skeptical that it's not on purpose; he really shouldn't say it, not here, not now. Not when they've only just met and are near total strangers who barely know each other beyond their matching names and the most superficial details. Not when they could end up the topic of juicy gossip if someone were to interrupt them. Not when it's almost guaranteed things will go downhill if he says it. ]
...Do you want to find out?
[ But in defiance of all common sense is how Fate works, doesn't it? ]