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hey look who actually wrote something this week. i have no idea what this is

"Amazing," Fujigaya says, "just amazing." He's pacing the room, hand running through his hair, fluffing it up into an unrecognizable mess. "Because My life of goals for today was to get caught with my hands down another man's pants."

Yokoo crosses his arms and leans against the wall Fujigaya had him pressed up against. His pants rest loosely around his waist, unbuttoned, zipper partially down. "Well," he says tonelessly. "Maybe you should've thought of that before hand."

Fujigaya turns to face him, eyes filled with fury. "Me?!" He shouts. "You started this!"
With a scoff Yokoo lets his arms drop and makes the effort to fix his pants.

"But I also said we didn't have to." He straightens himself out before stalking over to Fujigaya with a hard look. "I'm not interested in your gay freak outs, Taisuke. If you're going to throw a fit every time, maybe you should go find a skirt to chase." Yokoo gives him one final look over before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Fujigaya stays behind, staring, mouth agape, not entire sure what to say to that. "Who said anything about gay freak outs?!" He calls. "I'm totally ready for it. Why else would I touch your dick?!"

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rikikomori~