The first day meeting him was one of the most magical days of his life.
The both of them had ended up in a bar, very cliché he knew, but it happened that way.
"Hey," the taller slid in next to him at the counter, causing his eyes to snap up, catching at glasses first before meeting with brown eyes behind the glass.
"Hi," he answered, something about this man was equally alluring and irritating at the same time…maybe it was the beanie atop his head or the jacket thrown over his shoulders.
"What's your name?"
"What's it to you?" and with that, he saw the slightest twitch in a well-groomed eyebrow.
"I just want to know a pretty boy's name," but Sawamura could tell that the taller was trying his hardest to make him fall.
"Well thank you, but I'd rather not," he said as he turned around and stared passed the bottles of booze while he sipped at his own drink.
But that didn't deter the stranger, instead he leaned forward in Eijun's ear, "can I at least tell you my name?"
His back straightened and he shot him a sideways glare before he turned away again and the stranger took that as the go ahead. Well Sawamura wasn't saying no, "Miyuki," and the way he said it – no – the way the air coming from the taller's breath caressed his ear with the words worming their way into his auditory reception nearly melted him in that moment. But he didn't say his whole name.
"Wait," he said since the man looked like he was about to turn away and leave. He stopped and raised his eyebrows in that irritating fashion, almost mocking him, almost saying you didn't want to know before, what changed, baka? "What's the rest of your name?"
"Oh?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, "now you want to know it?" he smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, "what's it to ya?" he mocked.
Sawamura growled, "just tell me, would you?"
"Nah, I don't want to," he waved his hand dismissively and Sawamura whined. Miyuki started to walk away.
"Wait, wait! I'm Sawamura," he said hurriedly and the taller turned around once again with those raised eyebrows.
"Sawamura…" his voice rose and fall as if he were singing the syllables of his name and Sawamura almost swooned, "Sawamura what~?" he leaned closer and tilted his head to the side.
"Eijun," he whimpered out, not realizing that he gave the other just what he wanted without getting what he wanted in return.
"Eijun," he hummed out and smirked down at the smaller, "say, it seems a little loud here, want to go outside?"
And soon Eijun came to, putting up that façade once again, "what if I like it here?" he said, wiggling his butt in the seat as if to say I'm comfy, I don't wanna go.
But before he knew it, he felt a finger running up the length of his arm and he couldn't help but shiver. However he didn't look back into those brown eyes, knowing he'd be lost once again. And with the lack of response those lips were in his ear once more, "are you sure~?"
Fuck he wanted to go and he couldn't bring himself to tell the man that he was sure that he didn't want to go outside, but he wanted to make it look like he was still reluctant. He sighed loudly and slid off his seat, "fine," he grumbled and right after he saw the flash of a smirk before his head was turned away and he was striding out of the bar.
It was chilly, that was the first thing Eijun noted before he realized…he was alone with this stranger and all he has is his first name.
"Hey," he said, stopping and pointing at the other, however he kept walking for a little bit before he turned around with one excellent eyebrow raised, confused as to why Eijun had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with drunk stumblers trying to squeeze passed him and try to stay on the sidewalk as well, "you snake, you never told me your first name!" now he was yelling.
"Oh, that," he said thoughtfully, as if he had forgotten, but in his eyes there was mischief.
"Yeah, that!" he yelled again, his finger never dropping.
Miyuki's arm wrapped around his stomach, hand holding his elbow while his other held his chin thoughtfully, "I've come to decide I don't want you to know my first name," he smiled wickedly and tilted his head to the side, "how about Master instead," he growled, the smile never losing any evil and Sawamura could swear he saw devil horns peeking underneath his beanie.
But by then…Eijun was already hooked.