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YUURI WAKASA ☆ CALL ME OUT POST

A perma open RP/call me out post for Yuuri Wakasa!

You're free to pop in with assumed CR, new CR, AUs and whatever else i'm not that fussy i just wanna thread man

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[misanthropicprinciple]

[Had both their lives followed their intended courses--if they'd been born in the same decade--they could have been at university together: he the goofy, sometimes oddly intense senior, and she the underclassman mature beyond her years.

His smile softens to something shyer, a secret shared between them.]

No.

[It's embarrassing to admit it. He is older, and a guy, and one would think he'd have jumped at any chance he had in his school days--but the truth is, he hadn't had that many chances. And of course, dropping out, becoming a detective... Well, it's not the best way to meet people.

He holds her hands again, then brings them both up to his lips, kiss, kiss. He turns one over, places another kiss in the palm of her hand, then starts to move up her wrist, sowing light presses of lips up her arm in between words.]

Shocking, I know. And me so handsome and charming. [He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.] It's okay if you don't believe me.

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[ Though it's not the answer she'd been expecting, Yuuri's surprised to realize just how pleased she is to hear it. He'd seemed so much more confident or at least at ease about all this that she'd worried about fumbling, looking like a fool. But if, like for her, this is the first time...

Some of the self-consciousness leaves her expression and there's only more warmth in its wake. ]

I'm... I'm glad. [ her thumb brushes lightly against his cheek when he kisses the palm of her hand. ] I'm glad that it's... me, then. And I'm-- no, I wanted it to be you.

[ This place is terrible. A waking nightmare. But no matter how terrible things get, Junpei has been here. Is here. Of all the small happinesses they can allow each other, she's glad that this one is special. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Color rushes into his face as he looks up to hear her say that, a wash of emotions chasing one another from throat to chest down his arms, tingling and warm and alarmed and rueful. He pauses in his path up her arm, then skips her shoulder entirely and moves back up to her face, letting go of her other hand to wrap his arm around her back, almost as if they're waltzing. He kisses her forehead.]

God. This is so complicated.

[Says the detective, the puzzle-solver, with a wistful laugh.]

You and me, here... how did we get here?

[It's like that breathless moment at the top of a roller coaster, just before the first plunge, when he can see everything in front of him that has not yet happened. The enormity of it all--this is it. The person next to him, in front of him, readying themselves to fall together.

Into each other.]

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Does it have to be?

[ She lifts her now-free hand and gently, carefully, traces the outline of his mouth with the tips of her fingers. ]

How we got here doesn't really have to matter. It's the why that's important, don't you think?

[ Her fingers skim across his cheek, following his jawline and slowly, slowly, ghost down his throat. She'd been so wound up about even getting to this point that she hadn't let herself consider anything further. But she's delighted to realize that reaching out, touching him feels as easy as anything. The most natural thing in the world. ]

And the "why" is... Because I care about you so much. Because I want to be with you.

[ She shifts a little on the bed, moving forward just enough that she can lean in and kiss him again. When she pulls back, it's with a soft smile. ]

... that... isn't complicated, is it?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He breathes in slowly as her fingers trail so lightly down his throat, eyes fixed on hers. They close only when she kisses him, and as she does, as she leans into his arms and speaks to him with words and without, he lets everything else go but this warmth. This sweet heat.

He'll never forget. He'll never not be what he is, what he's always been. But here, and now--Junpei is hers.]

Yuuri.

[He whispers it and chases her mouth with another kiss. He wants her hands on him. God, he wants. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't pull away, but rather nuzzles past her temple, murmurs in her ear, so close.

Yuuri. Like he can know her, all of her, with the name. Like that can be his answer to I want to be with you.]

I suppose it doesn't have to be.

[He's smiling now without realizing it, heart pounding, this girl in his arms and telling him that's all they need to be. Two people. Caring. Wanting. It's not complicated.

He touches her cheek, running his fingers down the side of her face.]

So. We're doing this?

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[ Everyone on the Fantasy Sweet seems to have a different name for her -- Rii-san, Rii, Riirii, Yuuri-san, Yuuri-chan -- but she's so used to hearing Rii-san from Junpei that just Yuuri startles her. She'd thought she was done being flustered but hearing him mutter her name like that makes heat blossom in her cheeks all over again.

Her hands drift down a little further, settling against his chest and -- and she wants to make herself go a little further. She wants to be a little bolder, a little more brazen. This is about as far as she can make herself go for the moment though. But... even this much, she finds she likes. She can feel his heart thudding in his chest under her fingers and it's enough to make her give a breathy little laugh. ]

Mmhm. We both... want to, don't we?

[ It's practically a rhetorical question at this point but Yuuri finds that she wants to hear him say it. Just as much as she's savouring hearing Yuuri instead of Rii-san, she wants to be able to savour hearing that, too. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Jesus Christ, he wants those hands all over all of him.]

God, yes.

[There it is again, that deep need on the edge of a groan. With permission to touch--with permission to do this--his fingers drop down to the strap of her babydoll, running first up the line, then lightly back down again, one finger hooked beneath it, running the fabric between pointer and thumb.]

I've--I've wanted to since at least our second week here.

[The embrace in the garden. Perhaps before that, but certainly no time after.]

That is a very, very long time to wait, Yuuri.

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[ The second week. At least.

She doesn't say anything. Not at first, anyway. She leans in a little more and lets her forehead rest against his neck. She doesn't want him to see the smile on her face just yet, not when she's almost embarrassed by how pleased she is. ]

I... think the same. For me, I mean.

[ She used to be such a proper, polite Japanese young lady. Just look what you've done to her, Junpei.

A hand on his chest slides down, just a little and she starts drawing idle circles, directionless lines up and down his torso with the tip of her pointer finger. Just thinking about getting this far before had been enough to make her want to die on the spot. But now they're actually here... it's different.

She huffs out a little laugh, her breath heated. ]

Just... what took us so long, exactly?