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a kiss from a prince—-                              one for @banchokun

     “it hurts so much, i think i might cry—”

yosuke just looks at souji. just looks at him hard. his partner is holding up his hand ( and while yosuke can see the angry red marks on his skin from where it got hit, it doesn’t look outright painful ) and making such—an odd face. it was a complete juxtaposition to how he said it. 

souji’s words were lifeless at best, holding no real weight and based on that—-yosuke can’t believe that his hand is genuinely hurt, but the face he’s making makes yosuke want to snatch his hand up just to make sure it wasn’t broken ( also maybe check his face—because, if there was one thing he quietly teased his partner about, it would be that he hasn’t been very good at EMOTING ). souji’s normally stoic face was scrunched up—his brow was pinched, the beginnings of a grimace on his face, and there was the slightest curve of a frown on his mouth. yosuke was alarmed enough by it that he dropped his box cutter and gingerly took hold of the other boy’s hand ( with a quick “here, lemme see” ).

it looked fine. no broken skin, no cuts, doesn’t seem like it’ll bruise—yosuke puts pressure against the red blotches, but souji doesn’t flinch. there’s a pause. yosuke peeks up at his partner ( the beginnings of what look to be annoyance or exasperation on his face ) as he presses again—harder. souji’s face had already smoothed out, and—and if he’s not mistaken, there’s a little twinkle of amusement in his eyes. yosuke takes full offense.

     “what’s wrong with you? i thought you were actually hurt!”

yosuke grumbled. by all rights, he should be letting go now, and he had half a mind to, but he gave another quick check just in case ( better safe than sorry! but, nope. still looked fine ).

     “i am hurt.”

     “no, you’re not. you’re fine, you big baby. you didn’t even sell it that well.”

     “totally wounded.”

     “see, i don’t think i believe you—”

     “mortally wounded.”

     “alright, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

     “i’m dying, yosuke. dying.”

     “oh what—you want me to kiss it better or something?        you hardly need a bandaid—”

yosuke choked on a scoff. souji was staring at him ( rather expectantly ), and yosuke couldn’t help but fumble a little ( a lot. he babbled something like “wh–what? dude, c'mon you’re not five! i–i’m NOT kissing your hand better!” ). but, his partner didn’t relent. the longer yosuke rambled on for an excuse to not kiss his hand, the more souji’s eyes burrowed into him. and like the weak bitch he is, yosuke caved.

with an indignant squawk of “fine! FINE! i cannot believe you—”, yosuke ( cheeks bright pink at this point. because goddamnit—this is humiliating. at least there’s no one here to watch them ) brings souji’s hand up to his lips and presses a quick peck on the pink mark. there’s a sliver of a smile on souji’s face. ever so slight. he keeps his hand close to yosuke’s face even with the other boy lets go. & the magician stares at him. the look on his face shifts from confusion to oh my god i’m going to kill you.

     “no—”        an unwavering, almost cheeky stare answers him.      “no no, i already DID IT. i kissed your booboo, we’re DONE—”        there’s a dip in souji’s eyebrows and yosuke gives—     “you can’t be seriou—oh, just hold on!”

yosuke, disgruntled, holds souji’s hand. he presses one kiss–-two––three obnoxiously loud kisses onto the mark, presses another onto his palm; one on the back oh his hand, yet another on his knuckles. he chances a glance at souji, and his heart catches in his throat, the fevered, rushed, flustered feeling leaves him ( because shit—the soft look on souji’s face isn’t something he can handle. the tiny smile is back and sitting so innocently ) and he pauses…

                         normal friends don’t do this.

his brain tries its damnedest to rationalize this. but—-this situation is so stupid, huh? he’s kissing a mark that probably won’t even bruise. they’re being dumb kids at work ( yosuke’s work, anyway ), souji’s helping him out because he’s just cool like that ( always, always, always ), & souji’s—he’s just got this look on his face; that tiny smile, the soft droop of his eyelids, yousuke’s fazed by the fact that he can see that on his partner’s face. he’s looking at yosuke like—well, he doesn’t have a word for it. but, there’s something warm & painful rolling around in his chest, and whatever it is makes him shy away.

he presses another kiss on the backs of souji’s fingers before letting go.

     “okay there! now you can’t complain because i kissed like everything.         your whole hand has been blessed & shit—-”

yosuke’s eyes skirt across the floor, there’s color on his face; he moves to face his work again. his words have no bite, no punch, or fight. they’re mumbled & soft. this is—-bad. oh, this is definitely bad…..