If only Genya didn't attend Kimetsu High. Or perhaps Muichiro had forgotten about that notorious high school altogether. Maybe then, the two wouldn't have to cross paths during a high school reunion as ex lovers.
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Modern AU
Genya - 24
Muichiro - 22...
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Genya stood at the entrance of the seafood restaurant, the salty aroma of the ocean mingling with the tempting scent of freshly cooked dishes. He took a deep breath and approached the hostess with a smile.
"Reservation for two under Shinazugawa," he said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of apprehension.
The hostess checked her list and nodded. "Right this way, Mr. Shinazugawa."
Genya took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the moment he'd first perceive Muichiro. For all he knew, a nasty odor was intentionally following him and would freighten the smaller one when he arrived. Just the thought of such a situation increased the nervousness he was already experiencing. However, he was fully aware that what would garner Muichiro's attraction the most was his confidence. He had to stand tall. There was no room left to overthink.
As Genya followed the hostess through the restaurant, his eyes scanned the tables until he saw Muichiro. His heart skipped a beat. Muichiro looked stunning, his long hair cascading over his shoulders, his features soft and captivating. Muichiro's eyes lit up when he saw Genya, and he waved, smiling.
"Genya," Muichiro said softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the restaurant.
"Muichiro," Genya responded, his own smile widening. They shook hands, a brief but lingering touch, before the hostess left Genya to be seated.
As Genya sat down, he couldn't help but notice how close their legs were underneath the table. The small, intimate booth seemed to encourage it, and their knees brushed against each other almost immediately. It was undeniably hard for Genya to reject the pull of Muichiro's soft, velvety skin as much as he tried. He even felt Muichiro's subtle movements as he blatantly rubbed his legs against him. Hesitantly, Genya would reciprocate the action, enjoying the gentle carress as he did so. Neither of them made a move to pull away.
"It's good to see you again," Muichiro said, his voice soft but clear, eyes locking onto Genya's.
"You too," Genya replied, unable to take his eyes off Muichiro. "You look incredible tonight."
