The Master [MxMxM+]

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Tadashi threw on a shirt on his way to open his door. His hand went to his hair that was still a little damp from the shower he'd just taken.

On the other side stood Eden with his jacket in between his folded arms. That's right, in his rush he'd left it behind.

"May I come in?" He asked, searching his eyes.

Tadashi pulled the door wider. "Of course," he said.

"I'm returning this," Eden said and laid it on the counter when he got inside.

"Thank you," said Tadashi. "I had to leave as fast as I could." He poured Eden a drink without thinking to ask him first. "Sit," he told him.

Eden didn't hesitate. He eased himself into the chair and took the drink in his hands. "Did you resolve it? Whatever you left for, it's Pierre isn't it?"

"It's fine now. Pierre is right where he needs to be," he replied. "You were right. They weren't bad people after all."

"Told you I was never wrong about that kind of thing," he said smugly. "And you didn't tell me who Pierre was."

Tadashi glanced at him momentarily before speaking. "Talk to Alexander. I know he'll–"

"You know he won't talk to me," said Eden. There was a sad look in his eyes. Their relationship in the past was probably something strong for it to dampen his spirits so easily.

"Maybe he's changed his mind?" Tadashi offered.

Eden shook his head. "Did he say something?"

Tadashi shook his head. "Maybe you should just forcefully talk to him or something. He can be stubborn sometimes but he listens."

Eden shrugged.

After Tadashi refilled his drink, he disappeared for a while and came back with a hair dryer.

He sat on the couch and Eden followed. "Here," he said. "Let me help you with that."

"I've got it," said Tadashi after shaking his head.

Eden wasn't so easily convinced. He snatched it from  his fingertips. "No you don't," he said and smiled cheekily, then motioned with a finger for Tadashi to turn around.

"Fine," he replied and turned, leaving his hair to Eden.

After about a minute, Eden spoke. "You've got nice hair."

"It's whatever," Tadashi answered and shrugged.

Eden wasn't only noticing his hair. It should have been normal, Tadashi was wearing a normal black shirt, nothing to be excited about.

But Eden had never seen him in such light clothing before. It sculpted his frame more accurately, all the muscle that was covered up by his suit were now visible with the loose black shirt.

Guys wore black shirts all the time. It was nothing. What Eden didn't understand was why Tadashi affected him so much.

He shouldn't, Tadashi already made it clear he was invested in someone else. He really shouldn't, but he was tempted to slide his hand past his shoulder and run it all over his broad chest.

Why the fuck was he so hot? Usually, Eden didn't overstep. Tadashi just made it more difficult than anyone ever had.

His hand closed around his wrist and pulled it away. "You'll give me a burn if you don't stop blowing over the same spot," said Tadashi.

"Right," said Eden. "Sorry I was just thinking about stuff."

Tadashi let out a small laugh and let his wrist go. "What has you so distracted?" He asked.