Prompt: I'm sure none of you will believe me, but I am the quiet one in my circle of friends. I'm also the one most likely to tell someone to shut-up. This little idea popped up when another one of my friends beat me to the punch earlier to day. I felt strangely misplaced.
Shut-up-
"Shut-up."
Saying it, Shuichi finally had a true realization of why Yuki said it so much: there was something oddly satisfying about seeing your lover gape like a fish, the beer can in their hand ready to fall at any given notice.
Turning back to the lyrics he was working on, Shuichi made a scene of not looking at Yuki, or even in his direction. He heard the man stomp away, and allowed a small smirk.
Shuichi had no doubt that if he wasn't sitting on Yuki's expensive suede couch, that beer can would have been dumped all over him.
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You know he would've.
Maybe Yuki can have his revenge in a later drabble. Hm… I'll have to consider that.
