Masamune stood by idly, waiting for Kyouya to be done with whatever measurements the clerks needed to take. He was glad he was able to convince the other after all, Kyouya having been skeptical about Masamune's intentions, because, apparently, Kyouya didn't understand basic human decency. Not that it surprised him, from what he'd heard about the other, he had a tendency to be a douche.
He wondered if the other's constant fight response was due to some underlying insecurities. Whatever the case, Kyouya had definitely internalized toxic masculinity. Masamune hoped, maybe a bit selfishly, that this experience would be a formative one for the other, and he'd grow. Just a bit.
On their way there, it became apparent that Kyouya did not have any money. Or at least any valid American currency, and Masamune, naive, and kind, and wanting to impress him, proudly boasted that he'd pay for it. And while, yes, his own parents had more than enough money, he only had so much as his monthly allowance, but he supposed he'd just have to cut back on the snacks this month.
When Kyouya finally stepped out of the changing booth, though, Masamune decided it was definitely worth it to see the smile the other wore.
It was the first time he'd ever seen Kyouya give a genuine smile. Not a smirk, not something condescending. But a real, proper, genuine smile. He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face when Kyouya stood in front of him, moving a bit, letting him look at different angles.
"How does it feel?" "Way better than bandages. How do I look?" "Way better than with the bandages."
That got a laugh out of the other, and Masamune's grin widened impossibly.