|| @kallxope plotted a thing:
They were in Soryu’s apartment, hours before they would go to an event, something Yasuo’s never had the privilege to go to before in his life (it even made his mother half jealous when he told her the night before over the phone). Yasuo was changing his clothes, being very careful because the fabric even felt expensive to him.
“Is this how it goes?” Yasuo asked while fidgeting with his tie. He couldn’t get the hang of tying it just yet. He wasn’t exactly used to wearing formal clothes after all. And just maybe, it was a way of drawing Soryu’s attention, which brought forth a flutter in his stomach from the mere thought of actually having a ulterior plan, no matter how trivial and in fact, innocent.

















