So I was joking to my friend that the reason I've described Furuya's appearance in stories before but not Miyuki's was because the only way I could describe him was "jgasdkl" and "I'm so mad." So here you go. Also what are endings? lol

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It's not unusual for Miyuki to be late on date nights. It's so normal, in fact, that Furuya can judge whether or not Kuramochi was around to help based solely on how late Miyuki actually is. It's becoming apparent that tonight is not a Kuramochi night, which means Miyuki has probably wasted a ridiculous amount of time agonizing in front of his closet. Furuya finds the mental image pretty amusing, given the fact that Miyuki will find a way to be horribly dressed whether he spends hours carefully laying out outfits or simply closes his eyes and picks blindly. Of course, between himself and Kuramochi they've managed to clear out most of the truly disastrous garments, so even at his worst, Miyuki is only a minor eye sore. Still, it's one of those things that Furuya and Kuramochi share sad, fond looks over when they're in the same room.

Miyuki used to be apologetic about his tardiness, but then, Furuya used to actually show up at the appointed time. Of course, they used to be much less comfortable in their relationship than they are now, so maybe it's not so strange that they've loosened up a little. Although, Miyuki is getting a bit sloppy if he thinks being this late is okay. Furuya is patient, but he's only human. At the very least there's a cool breeze, the first breath of autumn on a warm, late summer night for Furuya to enjoy. He's actually bored out of his mind though. Furuya's been standing around for so long that he's forgotten why trying to nap standing up is a bad idea, but at least he doesn't get much further than closing his eyes before he picks up the familiar tap-tap of Miyuki's gait.

Furuya cracks one eye open because he can't even imagine how Miyuki must be dressed. He gives Miyuki one quick up and down, and yep, it's bad. He closes his eyes again. When Miyuki comes to a halt beside him, Furuya takes a deep, fortifying breath and faces his fate. Miyuki smiles and greets him and does all the the little things Furuya loves him for, but that shirt is an abomination. Honestly, those colors don't go together. They probably shouldn't be on a shirt at all. Not to mention the pants, which are all the wrong color. And plaid. The shoes Furuya would like to steal. So he can burn them. Hopefully in a ritual which will summon the gods of fashion so he can beg for a new sense of fashion for Miyuki.

The very worst of it though, the absolute most awful part of it, is that Miyuki is still unspeakably attractive. Just, unbearably hot. If Furuya were a poet, he could write epics detailing Miyuki's beauty. He could use flowery turns of phrase like, "silken waves of hair" and "eyes like chocolate diamonds" and "plush, rosey lips," but Furuya isn't a poet. He's a baseball player and all his mind can muster is a flatline buzz and some garbled shrieking and the very distinct phrase, "I'm so mad." He is mad, so mad, because Miyuki is so damnstunning, just beautiful beyond reason. Even in that get up.

It's so unfair because Miyuki shows up dressed like the clearance rack at a 24-hour superstore and sends Furuya into a lust induced frenzy and he doesn't even realize it. He's got it in his head that he has to actually seduce Furuya, so throughout dinner he'll act all coy and sultry and drive Furuya completely up a wall with desire. The only thing Furuya is interested in is finding a flat surface to spread Miyuki out on, to put his hands on him, put his mouth on him, fuck him until he begs. But first he has to sit through dinner, with Miyuki actively trying to get him hot and bothered.

And all of this while Miyuki is wearing the most hideous shirt Furuya has ever had the misfortune to set his eyes upon. It's. So. Damn. Unfair.

A hand whizzing past the end of his nose pulls him back to the land of the rational. Miyuki is giving him a teasing smile gone half concerned and saying something that Furuya has no hope of catching. Instead, he reaches up and catches Miyuki's wrist. And because he's too horny to care about societal norms, he grabs the back of Miyuki's head and drags him into a hot, hungry kiss. Miyuki squeaks in surprise, but his lips are soft and eager and he curves into Furuya perfectly willingly. When Furuya lets him go, Miyuki looks away shyly, cheeks blushing hot.

"What was that for?"

"You look really good."

Miyuki beams up at him. Furuya grits his teeth. This is going to be a very long evening, but at least at the end of it he gets to strip Miyuki bare and hopefully never see that shirt again.