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"Are you watching that again?"
Nobara's arms slipped around her fiancé's shoulders, wrapping herself around him from behind the couch. Her warm breath brushed against Yuuji's neck and he found himself leaning back against her. "It's getting concerningly weird, y'know."
Yuuji paused the movie playing on the TV screen in front of them, freezing the moment when Nobara peeled an apple with a knife with Fushiguro behind her, guiding her movements. The gesture was... intimate. Well, he supposed it's intentional. This was a romantic scene after all. And they do have chemistry. "It's not weird." Yuuji defended himself as Nobara let him go to walk around the couch and plopped beside him. "I'm just... watching it."
He heard her scoff beside him and he guessed she was smiling that proud grin whenever he watched her movies. "I know I'm pretty, Yuuji. I would watch all of the movies I starred in, too if I were you." The remote on his hand was snatched away to continue playing the movie. "But you're only watching this movie." Firm, warm hands suddenly palm the side of Yuuji's face to turn his light brown eyes to meet her orange eyes. "Why's that?"
For a moment, Yuuji let himself get lost in her beautiful eyes. It always felt like swimming in a pool of sweet honey. But he didn't let it go for long, otherwise Nobara would slap some sense into him to get her answer.
"It's nothing." He tore his gaze away from her only to lay his eyes back to the screen where Nobara was now kissing Fushiguro with a fiery passion, apple long forgotten.
It was different from how he kissed Nobara. With Yuuji, it was soft, slow, and gentle. He'd like to think he kissed her with love and care. Kissed her like they had all the time in the world.
But with Fushiguro Megumi, it was the opposite.
He kissed her with pent up desire. It was rough, firm, and desperate. It felt right. It was irrational of him to think like this since they're just acting out the script they were handed to them. Even so, what if Nobara liked that better? What if she liked being kissed like there was no tomorrow?
Even worse. What if she likes Fushiguro's kisses more than Yuuji's?
Yuuji wasn't insecure by any means. Both he and Nobara had their fair share of romantic roles that weren't with each other and they never had a problem. So why was this different? Was it because Fushiguro was more... Handsome? Prettier? He definitely was. He was also tall, which seemed to be why a lot of girls liked this guy. And why he looked good with Nobara. The height difference.
Yuuji wasn't like that. He doesn't have the face, or the height. He was average at best. But that's fine. His charming personality made up for it.
Was Yuuji perhaps—
"Jealous?"
Yuuji snapped back to reality. "What?"
"Are you jealous?" He turned back towards Nobara who now has a teasing grin on her face. When he didn't answer on time, her grin somehow turned bigger. "You totally are!"
"I'm not!" Yuuji tried to salvage what little control he had left, but to no avail.
Nobara only laughed. "Aw, poor little baby feels like he's missing out?"
"Missing out?" He questioned, blood rushing to his ears and cheeks. Nobara didn't answer. Instead, she leaned her body weight against him, arms wrapping around him.
"Don't worry, baby. You know I love you, right." She reached up to ruffle his pink hair.
"Yeah." Yuuji responded, obviously not convinced.
If Nobara didn't believe him, she didn't say anything about it. "So, are you taking up that role?"
He looked at her when Nobara pulled away just enough to look at his face. "What role?"
"Y'know, that romcom show with Megumi."
Yuuji's eye twitched at the use of first name. "Oh, that. I guess I am."
At that answer, Nobara seemed to look... excited?
"That's great! I can't wait to see it." She beamed.
"You want to see Fushiguro again, don't you?"
His fiancé feigned innocence. "Hah? No... Maybe a little?"
Yuuji slumped further into the couch and Nobara hurried to cheer him up. Well, at least she was honest.
***
"Closer!"
The two men moved barely half an inch closer to each other.
"Closer!"
Even then, there was barely two inches between them.
They finally moved closer after being threatened instructed for a final time. When the director made a sound of approval, the two men held their stances while the crew got ready to shoot the next scene.
Now, they were very much in each other's personal space, breathing in each other's breath. The setting around them was dimly lit and Yuuji could barely see anything. Except for the soft glow in Fushiguro's cold green eyes. Yuuji diverted his gaze to anywhere except to the man who had one of his arms on either side of the former's hips, caging him in against the kitchen counter prop. Their bodies, hips especially, were pressed together, leaving no space between them. Their height difference wasn't that big, but it was the way Fushiguro towered over him that made the atmosphere in this scene more steamy. And Yuuji could feel every touch from Fushiguro. Even the once where he wasn't actually just touching him. Yuuji could feel the warmth radiating from Fushiguro's arms. Could feel Fushiguro's breath brushing slightly over his face. He briefly wondered if he could feel the man's heart beat if he pressed his year against his chest.
"Itadori?"
Yuuji's gaze snapped back up to meet the beautiful pair of green eyes which were now staring intently but not unkind into his own light brown ones. From this distance, Yuuji could could each and every individual strand of Fushiguro's long eye lashes(they were somehow natural), if he were given the time and chance. Instead, he made an affirmative hum to respond to Fushiguro's call.
"Focus."
Yeah, I'm trying here! Yuuji wanted to yell, but nodded instead as the crew signaled that the cameras will roll for the next scene. Said cameras were one behind Fushiguro and the other beside the two for a side view. C'mon, Yuuji. You've been working with this guy for seven episodes now. This should be a breeze, was what Yuuji was telling himself. Yet when the camera started to roll, and Fushiguro said his lines, he could only focus on the movements the other man's lips were making. Yuuji tried his best to not stare at them too much and into his eyes instead, but that proved to be challenging. Let alone saying his own lines, which he forgot. And he really didn't wanna do this scene again if he screwed this up.
"Haruki," Fushiguro, or Tsukio he had to remind himself, pleaded barely above a whisper. His voice wavering in desparation. "You need to stop teasing me like that."
Calloused but warm hands cupped Haruki's face to guide his gaze to meet Tsukio's own pleading eyes. They were different from how cold they were a moment ago. Now, they were looking at him in agony and pain as Tsukio continued to list the stuff Haruki did in the previous episodes, teasing and playing with the man.
And of course, Haruki forgets his stupid line.
Sensing this, the other man improvised. "You know it's not good for my heart." Tsukio's hand dropped down to bring Haruki's own hand to his soft lips, pressing a kiss just as soft the the knuckles. "Will you stop doing that?"
"Tsukio..."
"Yes, my love?"
"I'll stop."
"Promise?"
Haruki made a hesitant look, knowing he can't keep promises, but for Tsukio, he'll try.
"I'll try. You're just so cute when you're worked up, baby." Haruki smiled, caressing the other man's cheek. "But I'll promise I'll try to hold off with the teasing, Tsukio."
Tsukio's eyes searched Haruki's for any sign of deception but when he found none, he visible relaxed. They hugged it out for a few seconds. They're hold firm and comforting to each other. Then, the pulled back to make eye contact again.
"Don't ever stop saying my name, Haruki."
"I won't you if you won't."
Silence stretched over the two but it wasn't awkward. It was layered it was somehow even more tense than before. Maybe it was the position they were in. Maybe it was how close they were. Maybe it was how they looked at each other. But not long after they undressed each other with their eyes, their lips came crashing down together, moving in sync.
Their hands explored each other's body and hair. Even as far as going underneath their shirts.
Things got more heated when Tsukio lifted Haruki onto the counter by his thighs. Haruki felt a tug on his hair, tilting his head back and giving Tsukio access to pamper kisses across his neck and shoulder. Whispers of each other's names slipped from their lips and soon, they lost their shirts and—
"Cut!"
The lights turned on, blinding them both as the director and other crew members threw in compliments until no one paid anymore attention to the co-stars. No longer Tsukio and Haruki.
It's usually around this time that Yuuji would detangle himself away from his partner but something about Fushiguro Megumi made him want to stay right against beside the taller man. Staying as close as possible. If he could, he'd want to stay in that position forever.
But all good things come to an end.
Did he really just thought that? What was wrong with him? He had beautiful fiancé waiting for him at home who would certainly beat his ass as soon as she finds out the horrifying thoughts swimming in his mind.
"Here."
Once again, Megumi's deep but cold voice broke him out of his train of thoughts as the man held out a fresh towel and new tee towards Yuuji. No longer the yearning man begging to be loved by the man that held his heart, but rather the professional actor who probably saw this as nothing more than a way to earn money.
Come to think of it, even if he's professional and straight forward, he always makes a point to look out for his fellow co-workers. Like now, as cold as he might seemed to be, he isn't all that bad. He's actually pretty sweet if you look deeper into his actions.
Yuuji accepted the towel and t-shirt given to him.
"Thanks, Megumi." Yuuji wiped off the fake sweat and even some of Megumi's saliva on his neck before putting on the tee-shirt. He looked up at Megumi and saw that he was already staring. A hint of being-caught-off-guard look on his face. Yuuji tried to laugh it off. "What? Do I got something on my face?" He asked with a playful smile and pointed a finger at himself.
"No, no. You're welcome," Megumi turned to the side, giving Yuuji a breath-taking view of the man's god-like physique. Megumi was nowhere near as buff Yuuji was, but he was still pretty fit for someone so lean. Then, he spoke again, so quiet Yuuji almost missed it. "Yuuji."
With that, the man put on his own tee-shirt(sexily) before walking away to take a break.
Something was nagging Yuuji in the back of his mind. Something about Megumi that left him wanting more. Though, he just shrugged it off, now understanding Nobara's predicament. He can't deny it, Megumi was hot.
...
Megumi was hot.
He realized to things that moment. One, he accidentally started using Megumi's first name, which prompted him to use Yuuji's first name, without realizing it. Two, he thought Megumi was hot.
***
Yuuji got into the passenger seat of the car when Nobara came to pick him up. Weirdly enough, Yuuji didn't say much which prompted the woman to turn to look at her fiancé, who's cheeks were almost the same shade of pink as his hair.
She couldn't possibly understand what happened during the shoot that had Yuuji blush like a high school girl until she remembered what he was shooting about.
When she somehow got to that conclusion, she grinned.
"So? You get it, right?" Her fist bumped the side of his shoulder.
Yuuji only nodded. "Yeah." He paused. "'Can't wait to see him again too." He carefully added. Fortunately for him, Nobara just laughed before driving them home.