irl things

[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[fluorite]

You clearly don't know many bookish types.

[ He settles right back against Yael's side. ]

But I'm not going to go out of my way to have you meet them. I'm not trying to create competition for myself.

[weaseled]

Competition?

[Ridiculous. Like Yael needs to meet more pasty white nerds when he's met the pastiest and whitest of them. Hauling Yuui onto his lap, Yael sits his chin on his shoulder and watches the sun dip below the horizon along the water's edge.]

Please. You could put a million of them in front of me and I'd pick you every time. You've got to remember that you're more than your beauty and your brains. You've got this too.

[Yael taps the left side of Yuui's chest.]

[fluorite]

My pecs?

[ He laughs, knowing exactly what Yael is referring to. Yuui grabs that hand, twining their fingers together, his gaze focused on the way their hands fit together rather than the sunset. ]

I struggle a lot with this sort of thing, you know. Thinking that I'm not worth the effort, or that there are probably better matches out there for you.

[ Like his ex. Yuui knows he'll wonder where he ranks against Yael's ex for a long, long time. A relationship can be long over, but the heart doesn't always forget. ]

[weaseled]

Heh. What pecs?

[u flat as a cardboard box, yuui. Yael settles into the crook of Yuui's neck and finds the fit as natural as it is comfortable. More than the sunset, his eyes are settled on their twined hands.]

That's pretty obvious.

[He can practically smell Yuui's low self-esteem.]

But you'll drive yourself crazy trying to make comparisons. Do you trust me?

[fluorite]

Of course I do.

[ He smiles softly, even though Yael can't see it and even though he so easily called the issues Yuui thought were deeply hidden "pretty obvious". ]

I wouldn't be here right now on a proper date if I didn't.

[weaseled]

Then let that be enough.

[He knows how men like Yuui are. Prone to overthinking, prone to worrying himself into fits, wondering what, if anything, he could've done differently when something goes wrong. Just this once, he'd like to see the guy worry a little less. Yuui deserves a relationship he can put his full trust in, doesn't he?]

Be happy with "us". I think our relationship's perfect just the way it is.

[fluorite]

"Us", huh?

[ He finally lets himself relax back against Yael's chest, breathing out a sigh as his gaze shifts from their hands to the sunset at last. It's nice to hear Yael say it now, a big contrast to denying they were dating at all before. ]

Then I think I'll accept it. I'll be happy with my weird boyfriend.

[weaseled]

[There's no sense in denying what they have now, particularly not when Yuui kicked up such a fuss over the notion that they weren't dating before. Picking up their joined hands, Yael kisses each of Yuui's knuckles before pressing a final kiss to his cheek.]

Then I'll be happy with mine. Compromise.

[After an evening spent watching the sun dip below the ocean, Yael takes Yuui home, bids him goodbye with a half dozen kisses, and promises to text him when he gets home.]