Mafuyu&Yuki

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     It had been some time since Mafuyu had Yuki for himself.

     He spent a lot of time rehearsing lately, so they couldn't really have a moment since Hiiragi and Yagi would always be around them. But their friends got busy that weekend, and he couldn't miss the chance of spending some alone time with his boyfriend.

     "Where are you taking me, Sato?"

     Their fingers locked as Mafuyu proceeded to drag Yuki down the street with a laugh.

     "You'll see. Don't let go!"

     A short chuckle escaped the blonde boy's lips as he followed his boyfriend.

     "Never."

     Few minutes passed and they were waiting at the red light, both slightly panting as Mafuyu refused to stop running. Yuki couldn't tell what was up with him. Usually, he would be the energetic one and Mafuyu would be reserved, quiet, almost like a shadow. But today he was glowing, and Yuki wasn't going to complain about that.

     "Why aren't you telling me where we're going?"

     "Because it's a surprise," the orange-caramel eyes fixed him for a moment, before a "BEEP" would be heard on the street. "Green light," Sato said, tilting his head at the road. Yuki hesitated, but didn't let go if his hand as they crossed the street together.

     "A surprise?" He asked.

     He had no idea why his boyfriend would make him a surprise. Was that an important day?

     It wasn't his birthday. It wasn't Sato's birthday either, and their anniversary was going to be in two months from then. Was Sato confusing something?

     "Yes," was all the ginger boy said in return.

     He seemed to be so sure about what he was doing.

     He was even taking the lead, walking a step ahead of Yuki, even if he kept holding his hand. He seemed...excited. Happy.

     And Yuki couldn't help but smile at that.

     He stopped asking mental questions as he let his boyfriend take him anywhere. They didn't walk much. After they crossed the street, they had to walk down the road for less than ten minutes and when Mafuyu stopped, he saw why.

     "We're supposed to be at the musical shop?"

     The shorter boy nodded. The confusion that sneaked into Yuki's voice seemed to only make his excitement grow; you could tell by the way his face lit up, a sparkle dancing into his eyes.

     "Wait for me here, would you?"

     Huh?

     He wants me to...huh?

     "Sato," he started, but the boy was already climbing the four stairs in front of the door. Then he was gone.

     Yuki watched the door closing with a frown.

     Usually, he would be the one to drag Mafuyu out of the house, especially when it came to visiting a musical shop. It confused him to see how the tables turned. And what could Sato want from inside that shop?

     For a moment, he thought that Sato finally decided to get into music. That the melody he kept humming was going to come alive, but if that happened, why didn't he tell him already? And why did he have to walk all the way to the musical shop to do that?

     "Sorry for keeping you waiting," Sato's voice interrupted his thoughts as the boy approached.

     Yuki looked at him as he asked, "What did you do in there?"

     A smile, then the boy reached for his hand.

     "Here."

      A small, cold object touched his palm.

      Yuki lifted his hand, looking at the small triangle shining orange. He was sure it was red. If he would turn his hand at a certain angle, it would be the exact same color as his guitar. But the sun made it orange, and he couldn't help but smile at the small letters engraved on its center.

     "Sato, don't tell me it's customized," he chuckled, taking the pick with his fingers. He was looking at it when he noticed the other boy's expression drop.

     "You...don't like it?"

     He looked like a flower that has just withered.

     "No, I do, of course I like it," he rushed to say. A small, subtle light flickered into his eyes again. Yuki let out a sigh. "I love it. But what's the ocassion?"

     He had no idea.

     He couldn't wrap his mind around the meaning of that small gift.

     But he knew how important was for Mafuyu, the moment he smiled and he said, in his typical, reserved voice:

     "Your concert. It will take place on the day we first met, years ago."

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