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You and me have been through a lot. This game of ours has turned out to be mutually beneficial and you know that I'm willing to do just about anything for you out of the complete fondness I have for you.

...

Okay, and maybe the neverending supply of chocolate I get, too.

But this new verse idea of yours?

I've been hurt and damaged in just about every way possible, but none of it's ever been so...permanent. With exception to a bit of stiffness in my shoulder I've always healed from everything you've wanted to play out.

But burns change everything, mun. There's no bouncing back from an injury like that.

I'm calling in a favor. Please don't find a reason to play me in that verse. I don't know who I will be.

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Oh, there's a lot of Japanese dancers and dance in San Fransokyo. But they conform to the American ideal within months. Everybody wants a job. Even our Noh theater performers, who have minimal American influence, have a different look than yours. There's ideals - tall, pale, thin - that are just embedded into the nation and it's been embedded in there for decades.

Gymnastics and dance would be an awesome combo and you should do that. Like, now.

[No Kaito, you can't change an entire country. You don't have anywhere close to the resources or influence.] Everything's so different.

You should teach me, then. [This was not planned in any way.]

I know. But it's home. So as flawed as it is, I can't help liking it. We have gummy bears and sneakerheads and indie music and all the stuff that makes up for the bad in equal measure.

[Not blushing. Seriously. It's just warm in here.] Okay. Sure. If you teach me gymnastics in return.

[Grins.] I'll get used to it. I already have a top reason to like it anyway.

[Rolls forward onto one hand, his dove still balanced calmly on his other hand as if this sort of thing is just the way the world works. No big deal.] We could start our own style~

[Don't think about that flexibility in bed. Don't think about the implications of a hot guy who can move like that sink in. No. No. Don't-

It's a fruitless endeavor, and he's not thoroughly red-faced as he looks away.] Do you say everything in your bedroom voice?!

[And the illusion of endless grace is brutally ruined as he blushes and loses his balance. The dove flies up out of the way as Kaito crashes into the ground, and he's lying there laughing almost before the dust settles.]

W-what? [Oh god, he's blushing so hard right now.

You just- you can't do that kind of thing and add in the flirty voice. We're kinda not at that point in our... relationship? What are we, anyway? [If they're going to be awkward they'll hit up all the awkward.]

I didn't mean to? [He flirts like he breathes, don't listen to him. It's a natural response. But he didn't mean to imply... aaaaaall of the blushing. They're going for a record here.]

Boyfriends? [Nice hesitation, Kaito.] I-I mean...if you want to be? I don't really know how to...do this much. [At least he sits up so he's no longer lying down while looking up at him with that uncertain, hopeful look?]

Of course I want to. I mean, I don't know how to do much on the dating front, either, but I... I really care about you, Kai. I like being with you. So, yeah - boyfriends. [Have the dorky smile that launched a thousand ships in fandom.]

[Cheers and rolls to his feet to hug Yuki. He doesn't do anything corny like spin him around or anything, but he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't tempting.]

[Have the biggest hug back. All the love, man.]

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