Fic  :  Shirt

Form : [K-Project] 

Pairing : sarumi  

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I'd like to try writing a Saru that's kind of kimoy and evil. There's nothing much to it. Personally, I'm a bit crazy about it. This shirt alone is a duck. If Uke wears Seme's long shirt I wanted to run and scream and scream loudly.

I'd say it's just the specs. It's probably right.

Actually, this fic has a service scene. But for some reason I kept it for now. Haha.

LoL

I hope that this period's fic Everyone will like it. (Gah)

P.S. I think Misaki is best suited for short legs. It's nice to caress. Ha ha ha (??) Is there anyone who thinks like me? //I wrote the fic because I was looking for people to share my ideology with. Haha.

If you ask me, what do you like about Yata Misaki?

As for Fushimi Saruhiko, he probably couldn't describe it all in his lifetime.

He likes everything If it's related to Yata Misaki

I really like it... Maybe the word "like" is an understatement...

"That's not a word to describe what you're about to do, you pervert." The voice was clearly annoyed. Yata Misaki was using all her strength to hold him back. and exerted force against the tall figure straddling the top

“You asked for an answer, and I gave it to you. What else do you want?” A unique voice sounded. Fushimi Saruhiko narrowed her eyes at the people beneath her who were endlessly resisting. Meanwhile, the sound of the rain continued to fall until it could be heard entering the room.

“I told you that I didn't come back to collect the clothes in time when the storm hit. And the only shirt that can be worn is the shirt that you forgot to leave behind. If it's obscene, let it be just right.” Maybe this was Fushimi's bad joke. I could have sworn I was trying to think like that. But I had to take back my words immediately. When what Yata saw

There was only the lens of the glasses reflecting the light in the room so that he couldn't see his eyes like that. The little person couldn't help but panic. and realized the danger that threatened the bed!!

This damn monkey is serious!!

“The shirt is bare!” Fushimi heard Yata shriek. As soon as your hands are cold His hand touched the other's thigh. The little man raged harder than before without showing any signs of getting tired. Even though he had been on a rampage for more than ten minutes.

“It's not clear downstairs!!! Can't you see, you're wearing boxers!!!”

“Whether you wear it or not, the value will be the same. Misaki, I'll tell you. This is not the first time If you're embarrassed, let it be your limit!!” The sole of the person nicknamed Yatagarasu's foot kicked the other person's stomach with full force. With an outcry filling the air when talking about his experiences with Fushimi.

Someone please answer him. He made the mistake of poking the gland and turning on the switch. That guy is scary. But where are these government people?!!!

The weather forecast says there will be a storm today. And as expected, Yata Misaki returned as wet as a puppy that had fallen into the water, as well as a pile of clothes that had just been washed in the sun this morning and were soaked by the rain. And the last item of clothing left in the closet was a shirt that that person, Fushimi Saruhiko, forgot to leave in the room.

When you want to stand wet Wearing just one towel in the room is fine. Yata decided to take the shirt and put it on for now. The entire room was silent. All that was heard was the annoying sound of the rain. The owner of the brown-orange hair looked blankly at the weather outside and could barely see anything. There was only a curtain of rain covering it.

“That bastard, he doesn't eat vegetables. Why is he so tall?” the young man complained softly. When thinking about the height that is more than ten centimeters apart is poisoning him Small hand rolled up his sleeve in frustration. The hem of the shirt was so long that it completely covered the boxers he was wearing underneath. Plus it's cool and clear.

If you don't count those things. There wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary if Yata Misaki hadn't noticed something first...

Every shirt in the closet is clothes that have been cleanly washed and dried.

Even though it's like that Fushimi Saruhiko's damn shirt has a strange smell. It was different from normal shirts, no, if I had to say different from his clothes, of course, this shirt had been washed through a process of washing, detergent, or fabric softener. They're all exactly the same brand, so...

All clothes in the closet should smell the same!! But this shirt Instead, there was a foreign smell mixed in as well.

"What kind of smell is that? I wouldn't say it smells musty." His mouth murmured. He then lifted the sleeve of his shirt that was past his wrists up to his nose. In the second, try to find the source. Including the word for smell that

That's right... it's not a fragrance. But it wasn't a bad smell. Like musty smells The stench of sweat, on the contrary, smelled good.

A smell that makes you feel good. Invites you to relax and be fascinated.

Smells the same as Saruhiko...

Yata shook his head. Banish the fleeting thoughts that pop into your head. before punching the wall With a red face When I think of the words That came up again. Inadvertently, the supply smelled more clearly than before.

The little man felt hot steam all over his face. Breathe in and out. Try your hardest to stay calm and not think about the incident just now. You can feel the force of your heart beating.

Okay, calm down, Yata Misaki, calm down...

The owner of the nickname Three-Legged Crow consoled himself in his heart. But before he could calm down as he had hoped. The door to his room opened loudly. Yata accidentally opened his mouth at the sound of the door.

Fushimi Saruhiko was standing in front of the door mumbling incomprehensibly. As he took off the blue boots of Clan's Sept. 4 uniform. An umbrella was placed against the corner of the room. The tall young man looked up at the small figure with a startled expression, standing in the center of the room wearing a long shirt that barely covered his thighs.

The main issue is Don't wear bottoms. Also known as pants....

“I actually gave you the room key. But please help me learn to knock in the room.” Yata's voice successfully woke the other party out of their trance. He heard a loud snort coming from Fushimi's mouth. After saying that, he turned around and locked the room door. Before attacking with some sort of aura that made Yata automatically decide to retreat.

"What? You're scary today..." The person being attacked turned pale. Swallowing the sticky saliva in your throat. while his own feet gradually Keep going backwards. It looks like the answer is silence. It made Yata even more upset than before.

“Okay, let me admit one thing first. I don't hate it if you dress like this. And I also know You're not a woman, but you know, Misaki, sometimes people have to be careful with how they dress."

Silence filled the room for a moment, Yata wincing softly when his back touched the wall of the room. and realized there was no way to escape When a tall person was so close that he almost possessed Marom Maror's body.

“Wait... are you a fetish!!!” Yata Misaki saw the bored expression evident on the tall man's face. His expression was so complete that it was annoying.

“Yes, no, what does it have to do with it? They're real virgins. He also took pains to memorize words like that. The point is seeing Misaki wearing clothes like this. Plus it's open at the bottom. Should it be?!” The quarreling and arguing had become a normal conversation in their daily life.

And it doesn't look like it's going to stop easily. Fushimi's tongue clicked until he felt annoyed, as did Yata, who saw Fushimi's displeased expression even more causing him to stir up the clouds in his heart. He argued with all his heart. Even if you start to cough because you use your voice too much.

“It's not clear down there. I'm wearing boxers!!” The person who was scolded argued that his neck was twisted. Before lifting the end of his shirt to show the short boxer shorts he wore when he was in his room. Before he realized that this performance with Fushimi Saruhiko seemed to be an act of error, as bad as cutting the wrong wire of a bomb!!

And before the matter could escalate to the point of packing up the bag and going home, the butler (??), the owner of the blue-black hair, grabbed the other person and carried him to the bed. Like a chef who places ready-to-eat food on a plate.

"Wait... Saru.... You calm down for a moment. Your eyes are really scary..."

“Wait... Saru. I said...."

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

The next event What will happen? You don't have to tell me, you'll know. We're already together.

“Get yourself dinner. I won't do it today.”

Yata's voice This makes the person sitting on your lap know exactly what mood the other person is in. His pale hand moved to wipe his dark brown hair, ignoring that sentence. Bend down and kiss her ear softly. It's like reconciling with the other party.

“I can feed it myself. What do you want to eat? Sushi, but not raw fish. Or is it better to have steak?? Do you want to order it now?” The antacid puffed up your cheeks more than before. He hugged his knees tightly, not looking at the face of the person he was leaning on.

The damn shirt was still with him. Luckily it didn't cause any bad or unattractive mess. After bathing until he was comfortable, he could still wear it. The only person who was different from before was Fushimi who was in casual clothes. Leave the blue uniform hanging on a clothes hanger.

“I don't buy it easily. With food!!”

"If you want me to make it for you, I won't, Misaki." The little man frowned. Listen to the overbearing logic of the person in front of you. Fushimi shrugged nonchalantly. After saying that, he released his hand from the towel and picked it up.

PDA

Come dial the number and call to order your own food as you like without waiting for a response from the other party.

"Hoy!! Why are you raising it? Let me order!!” The little man's elbow slammed into the bespectacled young man's stomach. Saying that, the smaller hand grabbed the phone in his hand. Before deciding on a delicious menu And it's the most expensive in the store.

Fushimi shook her head. before wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the other person closer to him. He rested his chin on his shoulder. “Order just in case. I don't want salad.” A muffled voice in his ear caused Yata to take his attention away from the employee in line for a moment. Yata nodded again. before turning to the mind of the interlocutor in the connecting line

                PDA

Being placed on the bed, Yata Misaki seemed to be in a completely different mood than before. Plus, he made a tone of mockery just because he had ordered something expensive. Let the other party tear the bag and play with it again.

Even though I don't really know my own status...

I guess I need some warning...

“That shirt, take it, I'll give it to you,” Fushimi said in a soft voice. But he was able to completely subdue the other party's behavior and remain silent. He saw that the other party's ears were starting to turn red and he couldn't help but laugh inside.

“I said I borrowed it, I didn't want it, hey, can I order more food? will order out of stock Eat until your ass is gone!!!”

“Too bad if you actually do that. Misaki must have spent the rest of her life,” with a confident smile. Until he couldn't help but thrust his elbow in one more time.

"Next time, try wearing long socks, Misaki."

"Don't wear it, you dirty monkey."

The bickering that had become a part of everyday life once again sounded louder. Even though there seems to be no end to the argument But there was no atmosphere of dissatisfaction from the clash between the two people.

And the rain is still falling... Let them spend a little more time haggling. Until the sky is clear again

If you ask me, what do you like about Fushimi Saruhiko?

For Yata Misaki, in this lifetime he probably couldn't answer.

The disadvantages of the other party Too many to say at all. And I don't understand what's good about Fushimi Saruhiko.

But he really liked it... Maybe the word "like" is too little...