Super Love

shinpachi has tickets to otsuu's concert and needs a wingman. chaos ensues.

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"Ugh, it doesn't look right," raising his arm slightly, Shinpachi poked at it, "it would look better if I had more muscle, like you, Gin."

Gin frowned at that statement.

"Not every girl likes a guy with muscular arms," Gin muttered, rubbing his palm slowly down the length of Shinpachi's arms. His hand stopped once he reached Shin's hands, wrapping his pointer finger around Shinpachi's wrist.

Shinpachi breathed out softly, flushing slightly at the compliment.

Stepping even closer, Gin pressed his chest against Shin's back, placing his other hand on Shinpachi's small waist.

The hand on his arm moved up, gently, and traced a faint line of muscle on Shinpachi's bicep.

"Here," Gin said, voice dropping an octave, "you're not all skin and bones."

Gin's lips skimmed the shell of Shinpachi's ear. He was dangerously close, almost crossing the line from friend to something else.

"She'd be stupid not to want you."