#can someone lmk what their ship name is so i can tag it pls and thank 🙏

[cat-soda]

bad habits

A decade later, and Iori’s still kind of head over heels for him.

Pairings: iori x yohei (sorry idk what their ship name is orz) IOHEI!!!!!!!

Word count: 354

Warnings for: alcohol mention

[AO3 Link]

Yohei would kill him if he said this to him out loud, but he’s always been ethereal under moonlight. Iori’s eyes slide over to him on the other side of the bar, magnetized, noting how he keeps himself a respectable distance away as he sweeps the floor. It’s a quiet night, with not a single other patron in sight, but Yohei’s always been serious and hardworking, earnest and solemn, while Iori…

well. Beneath his cheerful exterior, Iori’s always been considerably less earnest. 

Iori rests his chin on his hand and watches him, grinning. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s watching him for, heart feeling heavy and warm all at once, but he does know (intrinsically, down to his bones) the exact amount of seconds he needs to do this before Yohei finally turns and crosses his arms. “Spit it out.”

Iori grins wider. “Spit what out? The whiskey? I was having a good time drinking this, so no, I don’t think I will.”

“Cut the crap. You’ve been staring all night. What exactly do you want, Iori?”

Iori considers it for a moment, swirling the liquor around in his glass. “Today’s my birthday.” Coyly, and maybe a little bashful for it, he glances up at the other man. “Can’t the birthday boy ask for a kiss from his dear old partner?”

“That’s it?” Yohei rolls his eyes, but reaches for him without much further complaint. When he leans over, Iori is able to smell the musk of his familiar scent, and it affects him much the way it always has for the last decade— heart thumping, head dizzying, skin burning. 

Yohei kisses him on the cheek. 

Then, before Iori can protest, Yohei turns his head and kisses him again on the lips, searing, pretty fingers tangling in the strands of Iori’s earring as he pulls him closer. Iori has to restrain himself from leaning in further as Yohei pulls away, too soon, and Yohei’s the one smirking this time. “‘s that enough for you?”

He returns to sweeping like it’s nothing, and all the while, Iori’s thoughts rage it’s not it’s not it’s not.

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a/n: i’m trying to get comfortable writing the paralive characters, join me on my girlflop loserbitch journey 👍