Kuramochi holds out a hand just as Miyuki leans in closer. It (very effectively) lands right on Miyuki's cheek and Kuramochi pushes him away, no problem. "One, you're an idiot. And two, you're an even bigger idiot if you think I want to be seen with you in... in that."
"What? My shirt? What's wrong with it?"
"You're joking, right?"
"Please enlighten me?"
"You look like you got dressed in the dark!"
Miyuki presses a hand to his chest, feigning insult. "You wound me, Kuramochi. I happen to like this shirt."
"Do you really like that shirt, or do you only like it to spite me?"
Miyuki taps a finger to his chin, like he's searching for an answer to a complicated question. "Maybe a little of both?"
"You're an asshole." Kuramochi punches his shoulder lightly. "Go change."
Miyuki sighs, over dramatic. "Why?"
"Hypothetically, say I was taking you to meet my family. Do you really think I want my mom's first impression of you to be that your damn shirt looks like a pattern on a tablecloth she'd use?"
"Ah, but hypothetically, wouldn't that mean she liked the design? Points to me? Points to you for dating someone so fashionable?"
Kuramochi groans. Loudly. "I can't win."
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When Miyuki opens the door to his apartment, he's met with Kuramochi standing there, waiting, a large package in his arms.
"What's the occasion?" Miyuki asks with a laugh, pointing at the box. He steps aside to let Kuramochi inside.
Kuramochi shoves the box into his arms once he's inside. "Your awful fashion sense."
"You come into my house and immediately start insulting me? What kind of boyfriend are you?"
"I bought you a gift." Kuramochi shrugs off his coat, and turns back to face Miyuki. "You gonna open it or what?"
"Why would I bother when you can't even take the time to greet me properly."
Kuramochi groans, and Miyuki's laughing, waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Ugh fine. Hi. Nice to see you." He leans forward, kisses Miyuki quick. "Happy? Now open your gift."
"Okay, okay." He tears open the box, and inside of it is a nice shirt--plain white, way nicer and (admittedly) more fashionable than a lot of the ones Miyuki owns.
"What's this for?" he asks, pretending like he doesn't know.
"We're going to that party later." Kuramochi shrugs. "I saw it at the store and thought it'd look good on you. You should wear it."
Oh, Kuramochi sure does know how to word things in a better way, to make it sound more appealing to Miyuki and downplay his actual and very obvious reason for buying Miyuki a new shirt.
"You're so transparent, but I guess I can indulge you. Just this once."
"Oh thank god." Kuramochi looks relieved, like he hadn't been expecting it to be so easy.
"But don't think this means you've won, Youichi. I know you've tried to get rid of that shirt when you've stayed over. You thought you could pull a fast one on me, but joke's on you, because you'll never find it." Miyuki snickers as he turns back toward the bedroom, box in hand, as he hears Kuramochi swearing under his breath.
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"Take it off."
"Ooh Youichi, won't we be late if you--"
Kuramochi holds out a hand just as Miyuki leans in closer. It (very effectively) lands right on Miyuki's cheek and Kuramochi pushes him away, no problem. "One, you're an idiot. And two, you're an even bigger idiot if you think I want to be seen with you in... in that."
"What? My shirt? What's wrong with it?"
"You're joking, right?"
"Please enlighten me?"
"You look like you got dressed in the dark!"
Miyuki presses a hand to his chest, feigning insult. "You wound me, Kuramochi. I happen to like this shirt."
"Do you really like that shirt, or do you only like it to spite me?"
Miyuki taps a finger to his chin, like he's searching for an answer to a complicated question. "Maybe a little of both?"
"You're an asshole." Kuramochi punches his shoulder lightly. "Go change."
Miyuki sighs, over dramatic. "Why?"
"Hypothetically, say I was taking you to meet my family. Do you really think I want my mom's first impression of you to be that your damn shirt looks like a pattern on a tablecloth she'd use?"
"Ah, but hypothetically, wouldn't that mean she liked the design? Points to me? Points to you for dating someone so fashionable?"
Kuramochi groans. Loudly. "I can't win."
When Miyuki opens the door to his apartment, he's met with Kuramochi standing there, waiting, a large package in his arms.
"What's the occasion?" Miyuki asks with a laugh, pointing at the box. He steps aside to let Kuramochi inside.
Kuramochi shoves the box into his arms once he's inside. "Your awful fashion sense."
"You come into my house and immediately start insulting me? What kind of boyfriend are you?"
"I bought you a gift." Kuramochi shrugs off his coat, and turns back to face Miyuki. "You gonna open it or what?"
"Why would I bother when you can't even take the time to greet me properly."
Kuramochi groans, and Miyuki's laughing, waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Ugh fine. Hi. Nice to see you." He leans forward, kisses Miyuki quick. "Happy? Now open your gift."
"Okay, okay." He tears open the box, and inside of it is a nice shirt--plain white, way nicer and (admittedly) more fashionable than a lot of the ones Miyuki owns.
"What's this for?" he asks, pretending like he doesn't know.
"We're going to that party later." Kuramochi shrugs. "I saw it at the store and thought it'd look good on you. You should wear it."
Oh, Kuramochi sure does know how to word things in a better way, to make it sound more appealing to Miyuki and downplay his actual and very obvious reason for buying Miyuki a new shirt.
"You're so transparent, but I guess I can indulge you. Just this once."
"Oh thank god." Kuramochi looks relieved, like he hadn't been expecting it to be so easy.
"But don't think this means you've won, Youichi. I know you've tried to get rid of that shirt when you've stayed over. You thought you could pull a fast one on me, but joke's on you, because you'll never find it." Miyuki snickers as he turns back toward the bedroom, box in hand, as he hears Kuramochi swearing under his breath.