At first, it could have been easily interpreted as a sort of sad glance; eyebrows furrowed in distress and piercing black orbs glistening with unshed tears.
He soon came to realize the expression that his friend had sent him so often, thinking Murata didn't notice, was not sadness, but rather a bittersweet longing.
Desire.
...He'd be lying if he said he didn't find the thought somewhat tempting...
After all, this was merely the effect Shibuya Yuuri had on the people around him. Just a simple smile from him, and nobody could deny him a single thing. Lord Weller proved this exact fact better than anyone.
Yuuri's uplifting, radiant smile haunted his dreams, and was the very cause of more sleepless nights than the Great Sage would ever admit to.
Author's Note: HolY SHIZ! I'm personally very proud of how this one came out. It seems some of my better works stem from my fever dreams and my random late-night (or early-morning, in this case) ideas.I can thank my night scrolling through MuraYuu fanfics on LiveJournal (sadly, MuraYuu is so underappreciated) for this one.