𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍 | 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙆𝙔𝙐𝙐!!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜 》𝗝𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗡!!

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AT THE PEAK OF THE MORNING, an appealing pair is seen strolling side by side, luring eyes from those who've seen them with their blinding attractiveness.

From a towering, sturdy boy with a dangerous sex appeal to an equivalently tall, but marginally smaller and leaner male who embodies a more dreamlike and gentler allure than the other male, the crowd couldn't help their leering gazes and flushed faces.

They looked fictional with their astronomical appearances that abounds human beauty standards, it wasn't fair. Because one was a compelling, valorous knight, while the other was an enervated prince of unfathomable beauty.

They would certainly be bad for people's hearts.

"Wow! So, this is Japan!!" Ecklies hooted in wonderment, speaking in his native language; English.

(M/Name) nodded drowsily, jet lag still present in his body. He didn't understand, no, he couldn't understand why and how Ecklies was so excited right now, especially with so many people gawking at them nakedly.

He unintentionally lets out a small sigh, catching Ecklies's attention, who was awed by the scenery, which, while he agrees, doesn't seem worth his gawking.

"What's wrong, (M/Name)? Is it the jet lag?" Worried Ecklies, and, like the good friend he is, snaked a beefy arm around his friend's shoulder and pulled it closer to his.

The drowsy boy hummed noncommittally, his face bunching cutely as he yawned openly, unaffected by the multiple coos from those fortunate enough to witness the adorable sight.

"Well, there's a cafe nearby. Do you want to go there?" Speaking of which, not so far from the model-like duo was a quaint cafe. It was small and had a welcoming atmosphere, enticing people of all ages and sexes. Ecklies and (M/Name) were no different. "... Sure." Replied (M/Name) nonchalantly, absentmindedly rubbing his stomach.

Ecklies seemed pleased with his response, despite its lackluster timbre, as he brightened up exponentially, spurring the crowd to shield their eyes, while (M/Name) remained unfazed because he was used to it.

Abstractedly, he thinks that Ecklies looked very much like a happy dog, his half-lidded, piercing (e/c) eyes roamed Ecklies's form and he imagined a wagging tail and erected ears. Usually, others liken the towering male to a prowling wolf in the dead of night, sometimes even the king of the jungle when he's especially feeling murderous, a tiger.

But right now, all he sees is a thrilled puppy whose owner has given him a treat.

'Cute...' Yeah, (M/Name) thinks Ecklies is pretty cute. If the Ecklies heard what he's thinking right now, oh, his face would light up like a christmas tree.

Unbeknownst to (M/Name), Ecklies took it upon himself to get the two inside the cafe with a toothy grin on his face and reddening ears and nape.

'This is like a date! Well, I might be the only one thinking this, but still...!!' 

Sneaking a glance at the male beside him, his eyes widen when incandescent (e/c) eyes clashes with rich amber ones. Ecklies quickly averts his gaze, his unoccupied hand fisting his clothed chest.

Badump!

Badump!

Badump!

Thumped Ecklies's heart.

It was thundering to his ears, as blood barreled throughout his face and body, spiking his adrenaline levels. Something he usually experiences when he plays on the volleyball court. But he's been getting a rush of excitement whenever he's with (M/Name) lately, and he's not sure why.

(M/Name) cocked his head, bemused, as he wondered if Ecklies was sick or something, because steam was virtually flaring from his friend's head, which was alarming. If Ecklies was feeling ill, then (M/Name) wouldn't force him to eat out and just head back to their shared apartment. What kind of friend would he be if he disregarded his friend's health?

A shitty one that's for sure.

Nodding determinedly, (M/Name) opened his mouth but Ecklies beats him to the punch.

"Hey, how about you go look for a table? I'll go and order for us. Oh, also I'll be the one paying!" Ecklies fumbled and quickly left (M/Name) in the dust, feeling foolish and in need of some leeway lest he do something he would later regret.

(M/Name) is astonished yet again. Was Ecklies going through something? Is there something his friend doesn't want him to know? He was becoming increasingly concerned, despite the fact that it did not show on his face. He'll take care of it later; right now, he needs to find a table for two after standing at the entrance like an idiot.

However, in the eyes of those within the cafe he was anything but that.

Quickly getting to work, (M/Name)'s eyes scanned the cafe and found a nice, open spot with four chairs instead of two, but beggars can't be choosers and it was the only seat available. 

For some reason, (M/Name) decided to daydream rather than pay attention to where he was walking and, because of this, he accidentally knocked into someone's shoulder.

"Ah... Sorry. I...wasn't—" 

"Shit! Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" The person (M/Name) bumped into said at the same time.

They came to a standstill when they realized they were speaking at the same time. (M/Name) examined the individual he had collided with and noted that he was a man with short, spiky umber hair and sharp, watered down brown eyes that seared with determination. Oh, and he was shorter than him, with a stocky build, but not quite as muscly as Ecklies.

The same was happening with the other shorter male. Iwaizumi Hajime, in contrast to (M/Name)'s innocent assessment of him, was going through his first sexuality crisis. How he came across a man that was the very definition of beauty was beyond him. First, he came here with his obnoxious, flirtatious childhood friend, who also happens to be his captain and volleyball teammate, against his own will. Second, he was on the lookout for an empty table, and third, he bumped into this guy who seemed to be his age or younger.

Moreover, holy fuck! Iwaizumi was openly doubting his sexuality now that he met this guy with pretty long, curved lashes framing strikingly, lustrous (e/c) eyes that seemed to embody the truest and uncut form of treasures buried beneath the surface.

A high bridged nose and elevated cheekbones were dusted with an organic peachy hue, bringing life to his face and accentuating his charm in the absence of cosmetics flawlessly.

Coupled with ridiculously remarkably bow-shaped lips that were abnormally velvety and tinged with a sensuous rosy tint. Iwaizumi wasn't sure if he was seeing things because he was starving, but the man's lips appeared to be glazed in a delicious way, like sugar-glazed doughnuts.

Without a doubt, Oikawa's attractiveness pales in comparison compared to the boy in front of him.

Speaking of (M/Name), he hummed, low and soft. Oblivious of the boy in front of him that was staring at him rather keenly, but aware that he spoke English rather than Japanese.

"Ah— Sorry, I...realized I spoke in...English. Eh, I wanted...to...say that I was sorry." For bumping into you, went unsaid but the umber-haired male understood his intentions. But...

'Damn...! He has a pretty voice too!'

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@ᵍᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ