Hello. It's me. I was wondering if all these years you'd like to meet.
Leon fidgeted with his fingers as he stared at the beautiful person standing right across from him, his cheeks growing pink.
Yao stood at the kitchen, cleaning the counters just because any speck of uncleaned food on the counter just bothers him.
Accidentally brushing the food pieces off the counter with a towel, he bent over and picked up the pieces of food, one by one, and threw them in the garbage. Leon, who got a pretty nice view averted his eyes.
Leon sighed. He should not be thinking of this person in such a inappropriate way. He didn't want to be a fuckboy like Kiku. Kiku was the ultimate fuckboy. Little did Leon know that he was a fuckboy as well. Just 10% less of a fuckboy than Kiku.
Yao finished cleaning up the counters and washed his hands. He took a deep breath of relief as he was done cleaning the kitchen for the moment.
The man plopped on a chair, massaging his shoulders. Because he was old. Really, really old. Probably even older than he claims to be. But that's okay because he still has a pretty young appearance.
A pretty young, attractive, appearance.
Leon looked at his mentor's face. He was so fucking pretty. Like, holy shit. What the fuck. The man had a better complexion than Leon. That's not even fair. But oh my fucking god those eyes. Those eyes are out to seduce like what the hell. And his cheeks, god they look so squishy-okay enough about Yao's face. You get the point, Yao is really hot.
The Hong Konger felt the temperature of his cheeks rise. This is not okay. He is not supposed to find his mentor this hot. This is definitely not okay. And was it mentioned that it was not okay? Yeah, because it was not okay.
"Ah, Leon?"
Leon snapped out of his "holy shit I really want to fuck Yao and kiss him lots" mode and whipped his attention towards the older one.
"Uh, yeah?"
Oh so smooth, Leon. Yeah right, you a fuckboy.
Leon mentally slapped himself in the face. He was such a fuckboy. Maybe even 10% more of a fuckboy than Kiku. Because being at Kiku's level of fuckboy is the worst thing that could happen to you. Imagine being even over Kiku's level. That's death.
"Are you okay?" Yao inquired.
The probably-extremely-sexually-frustrated man looked at Yao. "Yes. Why?" He replied.
Yao pointed at Leon's face. "Your face is really red," Yao stated. "Are you sick?"
Leon once again mentally slapped himself. He probably looked like some red-faced idiot, Leon thought to himself.
He wasn't completely wrong.
But hey, at least he's a hot red-faced idiot.
"...N-No." Leon said.
...See, this fuckboy just stuttered. Leon could mentally feel a mental Rosario* looking at him like, man, what a fuckboy.
Yao's face grew slightly concerned. "Are you sure?" He asked, the slightest bit of suspicion tainting his words.
Leon turned to Yao.
"I'm fine-" He stopped himself. "You know what, actually…" Leon continued, advancing towards Yao until he was literally right in front of him.
Leon lifted Yao's hella awesome warrior thighs and put his face in between them; both of Yao's thighs squishing Leon's cheeks.
"I would feel a lot better if your thighs smushed me."
Yao's face went from concern to "holy fuck what the fuck is wrong with this fuckboy."
Mmmm quality writing.
*Rosario refers to Macau.
