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Mist

It was the first time the artist had ever seen the ocean. The crash of the waves against the cliffside, the mist spraying lightly across their faces, the soothing sound swaying between artist and millionaire. Furuichi knew he was going to paint this later. Right now though, he was really hungry. "Do you like the food?"

"Yeah. It's great."

"Perhaps you would taste it better if you put a fork full of food in your mouth."

Furuichi gave a crooked smile. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend you. The food here is great. I...just don't have the stomach for richness yet."

Oga gave a hum and a nod. Furuichi couldn't stop staring at the man across the candlelit table either. Oga was gorgeous. He chose a dark blue suit with subtle white plaid, an open dress shirt the same color as the suit and his hair, though still quite untame, was tastefully coiffed to suit him. Oga wasn't like most pretentious, rich snobs Furuichi had rubbed shoulders with at other art shows. Oga didn't talk about himself, he asked Furuichi questions and listened. Furuichi felt like he was in the middle of a weird Cinderella story, and he just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You know, I should really get going. I'm very grateful for all you've done for me tonight. But I really need to get home, my boss is unforgiving of tardiness and-"

"Furuichi," Oga put the napkin in his lap then stared at Furuichi with dangerously glittering eyes, "you're not going back."

"Yeah. Okay, but you'll get tired of this and then I'll be out on my ass again. So, I need to go. Now."

Oga went quiet before bursting out into laughter. The whole restaurant sneered over their shoulders, but when they realized who they were staring at, quickly turned away. "You could work for me then. As a personal artist. How does that sound?"

Furuichi's ears perked up so fast, Oga could actually see them move. It was adorable. Then the silvernette squinted, "How do I know this is legitimate?"

Oga barked out laughing a second time. "I like you Furuichi Takayuki. And if I'm being completely honest…" Oga tenderly took Furuichi's left hand into his, "I'm looking forward to a romantic relationship. When the time comes of course."

Furuichi flushed pink from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. "I'm willing to wait for you." Furuichi couldn't tell if what he was hearing were the waves of the ocean or the pounding of his heart anymore.