yakuza! yuta x camboy! winwin
In which Sicheng just wants to follow his dreams, and Yuta just wants to spoil him.
started 07-27-24 / finished 08-19-24
#10 in Yuwin
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The day had come, it was Yuta's inauguration. Sicheng was dressed his best, and combined with the rather feminine styling of his shaggy black hair, and his glamorous makeup, he really did seem like a woman.
Yuta was nervous, trembling, and Sicheng could see that, so he crept his hand into Yuta's and squeezed. Trying to give him some sense of security, more than anything. It did help, Yuta had a faint smile on his face when he turned to look at him.
He let go of his hand, only to wrap his arm around his waist, not just leading him, but presenting him like a trophy. Sicheng felt a sense of pride, he never found his looks particularly spectacular, and yet Yuta had never seen such a beauty grace his eyes.
As they walked into the building, heads turned. Sicheng could feel eyes glued on him, there were rows of men, each more intimidating than the last. He didn't recognize any of them, although if he'd gone out more it'd be inevitable that he'd see at least one of them, since they practically owned the whole Kansai region.
Yuta's grip tightened, and that's when Sicheng noticed a familiar face, it was as if he'd seen a ghost, it was Shotaro. Suddenly, it'd seemed as if Yuta had become territorial over Sicheng, sending an evil glare Shotaro's way. It made Sicheng ponder, did Yuta already know? Or were his instincts that powerful?
Anxiety crept up the spine of Sicheng, but he tried not to seem tense. Yuta was too preoccupied with both his distaste for Shotaro, and the pressure of such a big role to fill, to even notice Sicheng's visible conviction.
They sat in the front row, on a purple mat which had both of their names written on them respectively in kanji, which felt familiar to Sicheng as kanji borrows ancient Chinese characters, therefore bearing a resemblance to modern and ouijiang Chinese. Hideto got on stage and spoke, his kansai dialect thicker than Sicheng was used to.
It felt a bit like a school assembly or a concert, with more traditionalism imbedded into its core. This was especially unfamiliar to Sicheng, it felt like he was in a movie. He'd never seen such a raw example of Japanese culture, it was as if they were in a pre-Meiji era Japan.
Hideto called Yuta up on stage, and he gestured Sicheng to follow him. The sound of his high heels clacking against the concrete made his heart flutter, he took great pride in Sicheng, the enchantress that seemed to have some sort of power over men, and took pride in presenting his world to Sicheng.
He stood on the sidelines, as if he were Yuta's award for working hard. Yuta gave a small speech. Afterwards, he stood aside as Hideto walked back up. There were sake cups lined up on a table towards the back of the stage, the purification ritual began with Hideto sweeping his hand over the cups, with two fingers outstretched.
