Just a drabble that got inspired by a friend sending me this ;

"Mukuro's jacket uniform is in the closet in his room and opening and wearing it is forbidden. But, Ken secretly wore it, which Mukuro already knows."

Don't own the characters or the series blablabla normal copyright crap.

He rubbed his hand against his nose, sniffling while he did so. Shifting in his place on the couch he was sitting on, feeling really uneasy. But he couldn't help it, he missed the other male. Letting out a whine he finally gave in to the urge he felt deep in his stomach. Getting up from his place he started to bite on his thumb's nail, getting slightly nervous for the fact he's going to do something that is forbidden. But Chikusa and Chrome weren't here so .. he was safe right ? they wouldn't need to know. If he just doesn't show a trace afterwards, he would be fine. So with a confidence nod he trudged towards the room he hasn't been in for a while, as Chikusa has forbid him from doing so for he thought that the male would just make a mess. But he himself knows he wouldn't, he wouldn't break or damage anything that is owned by his Mukuro-sama.

Though, he couldn't help but pause when he stood in front of the door that lead him to the room, with one hand on the doorknob, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, as he pushed open the door and stepped into the room. This time he took in a deep breath through his nose, as if the room smelt different. And to him, it did, it smelt like the person he longed for. But couldn't touch nor see. It was frustrating, and those kind of things left him awake at the times he was suppose to sleep, to hard trying to imagine he wasn't sleeping alone, but a certain illusionist was actually holding him while sleeping beside him. After a while of picturing, it helped him close his eyes and sleep on peacefully and with a smile on his face. So stepping into this room sort of brought a sad frown on his face. For the one he wanted to be here, wasn't.

Stepping forward, he moved towards his destination. He placed both of his hands on the closet and with a big gulp and a shuffle of his feet, he let out a shaky breath and opened the closet with slightly shaky hands. He slowly shed his jacket, as he couldn't help but stare at the piece of clothing that he saw hanging in front of him before he reached out with his shaky hands and took out the jacket from the closet. He really wasn't allowed to touch it, he knew, but he couldn't help it. He really needed this moment, just to make him feel slightly better. So he closed his eyes and as slowly as possible he slid on the jacket, wanting to remember the feeling of it for as long as he could. When he got it on, he felt his legs grow weak, and his knees buckle out under him.

He sniffled and bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back the choked sob that was treating to come out. He pulled the jacket around him closer. But he couldn't hold back longer and the choked sob passed his lips, along side with a whisper.

"Mukuro-sama .. "

He should put the jacket back and get out before either of the other two came back.

But he couldn't.

Just .. just a bit more. He wanted to be selfish just a bit longer.