[ fuck, is akira doing this on purpose? all that flexing and stretching— if he is, it's working like magic. with that hand on his shoulder, akira would literally feel the muscles tensing under his touch, cheeks burning up. yuuji didn't think much of it, nothing more than a casual reaction to someone who is, clearly, very attractive. the confidence in the other boy didn't come off as cocky either; only more appealing and complementary to his sexual charm. ]
... I don't work out.
[ no, he's not trying to impress here, it's the truth. until this very day, yuuji is still unaware that nothing about him is normal, even before all the mess with sukuna. that's a mystery for another day. for now, his lips curved into a cunning smirk. whether akira had no interest in boys or not, the sorcerer had always been honest— led by the ideology that it's nice to feel wanted. ]
Okay, you're kinda riling me up now.
[ alas, he does turn around; hands settling on his hips as he struck a playful pose. yuuji is confident about this. this is his area of expertise— the peaches! he knew between his roommates, he got this going for him. megumi is the pretty one, akira with the big tits, but he has the nice ass! ]
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... I don't work out.
[ no, he's not trying to impress here, it's the truth. until this very day, yuuji is still unaware that nothing about him is normal, even before all the mess with sukuna. that's a mystery for another day. for now, his lips curved into a cunning smirk. whether akira had no interest in boys or not, the sorcerer had always been honest— led by the ideology that it's nice to feel wanted. ]
Okay, you're kinda riling me up now.
[ alas, he does turn around; hands settling on his hips as he struck a playful pose. yuuji is confident about this. this is his area of expertise— the peaches! he knew between his roommates, he got this going for him. megumi is the pretty one, akira with the big tits, but he has the nice ass! ]
Well?!