Valentine's Date (Murayuu)
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Murata Ken, Shibuya Yuuri, Shibuya Miko, Original Characters Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Getting Together, Fake/Pretend Relationship
Summary: Murata uses Valentine's Day as an excuse to talk Yuuri into pretending to date him.
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“As you all know, Valentine's Day is tomorrow,” the teacher continued. He was a frumpy looking middle-aged man with a goatee. Right now, he looked even more expressionless than usual. “I know tomorrow is a big day for a lot of you, but it is still a school day. Due to increased pressures from the school board, I am being forced to allow those of you who are in a relationship to skip for the day. Those of you who are single, however, will be expected to be here as usual. For our records, you will need to fill out and return the sheet I have laid out on my desk in order to be excused. Class dismissed.” Saying this, the teacher left the classroom so fast Murata wondered if he needed to go to the bathroom.
A more entertaining train of thought was unfolding beside him, though. His dark-haired friend seated beside him groaned and slumped his head onto his desk.
Murata watched with amused pity. “Aw, what’s wrong, Shibuya? Wishing you had a girlfriend?”
“Obviously!" his friend exclaimed. "Who wants to come to boring class and then go home to your boring room on Valentine’s Day? Do you think I can get away with lying?”
“Why don't we just say we’re dating?”
Just as expected, Yuuri was surprised. He bolted upright in his seat. “Huh? No way! Why would I do that?”
Murata couldn’t help smiling at how flustered his friend looked. “It’s not like you can go around by yourself tomorrow without getting caught. If you say you have a random girlfriend you’d just have to stay home. Wouldn’t it be more fun to go out with me?”
Yuuri looked to the side. “Maybe. But we can’t do that.”
Murata leaned in closer, enjoying how that only made Yuuri even more flustered. “Why not?”
“B-because,” Yuuri floundered. “That’s way too embarrassing. Everyone would think we’re gay. Plus, everyone would figure out we lied when we came back to school and acted like we weren’t dating.”
“Then we’d just have to keep acting like we were dating,” Murata explained. It didn't take a genius to work the logic out.
Yuuri gave an awkward laugh. “That won't work!” he insisted, loud enough to gain some of their classmates’ attention. Realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth to muffle his voice. “I don’t want people thinking I’m gay.”
“Why not?” Murata was honestly curious. It wasn't like either of them knew anyone particularly homophobic.
“W-why not?" Yuuri stammered, taken off guard by the question. Avoiding the question rather than answering, he asked, "Why would I want them to?”
Murata smirked. “Some people are into that sort of thing.” He was into that sort of thing, but his friend didn't need to know that particular detail just yet.
Yuuri scowled. “The wrong kind of people. What girl’s going to want to date someone gay?”
“A fujoshi.”
Yuuri’s eyes bulged at the instant reply.
Murata continued, “Besides, you wouldn’t tell them you’re gay, obviously. You’d tell them you’re bi.”
"Wha–what? But why? It would make more sense to just ask a girl to date me."
Murata gave him an unimpressed look both for his avoidance and his unfulfilled confidence. "If you could do that, you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Besides, are you really going to leave me here all alone?” He made an exaggerated puppy face that he knew Yuuri couldn’t resist.
The inner conflict showed on Yuuri's face. He didn’t want to do it for the sake of his reputation, but he was also a genuinely nice guy and didn’t want to push his friend aside. “Fine,” he hissed under his breath. “But we’ve gotta keep it as down-low as possible. Then, I can just say I was trying it out or whatever.” Yuuri shivered at his own words.
Murata grinned. Trying it out was exactly what they both needed. “Of course!” he said as he began to calculate the ways he could use this opportunity to his advantage.
Murata let Yuuri pick the location of their date. That way, he would feel more at ease and more in control. It wasn’t a surprise that the baseball-addict chose to attend a game. Luckily for Murata, he actually did enjoy baseball, even if he did enjoy soccer more. Sharing Yuuri’s main interest really helped in strengthening their relationship.
The letdown was that Yuuri showed up wearing a white shirt with black stripes, black track pants, and a blue baseball cap. It was definitely baseball attire all the way rather than date attire. Murata hadn’t had high hopes for this fake date, but Yuuri could have at least pretended to look like he was giving this date an ounce of effort. Anyone seeing them now would think that Yuuri didn’t give an iota of concern to impress Murata-which he surely didn’t.
Yuuri was lucky he was cute.
Too cute actually. Even such unflattering clothing emphasized likable qualities. Yuuri was simple-minded, enthusiastic, and uninterested in flair. While The shirt was large and baggy and didn’t do anything to accentuate his physical features, he still looked cute drowning in it, especially when he sent Murata his trademark dopey grin. If only that grin was because he was excited to see him rather than because he was excited to watch the game.
Their outfits would clash horribly in comparison, though. Of course, Murata hadn’t wanted to overdo it, but he still had a sense of style. His own causal outfit consisted of a pair of tan chino pants and a green henley shirt. He looked pretty good, whether Yuuri paused to appreciate it or not.
"Hey, Murata!" Yuuri exclaimed. At least he sounded happy to see him.
"Hi, Shibuya. Are you hungry?"
His face fell. "Oh, well..I love the food here, but I used up most of my money on my ticket."
Murata smiled. "Don't worry, I'll treat."
"Huh?"
Still smiling, Murata threw an arm over his friend's shoulder and started leading him toward the concession stand. "We are dating, after all."
Yuuri laughed nervously, noticeably stiffening. He didn't turn down the free food, though.
With food in hand, they searched for their seats. They were decently located, not too far nor too close to the playing field. Baseball didn’t scream romance to Murata, but the stadium was actually packed. Most of the patrons seemed to be couples. Everything was decorated for Valentine’s Day with hearts and red, pink, and white streamers. The big display scene even said something about enjoying the special day.
"Jeez," Yuuri said, sitting down, "I didn't think this would be the date sort of place."
"Me neither," Murata said, not that he was complaining. He took his own seat beside him. "Now it won't seem so odd that this is how we chose to spend Valentine's Day."
Yuuri grabbed a handful from their shared popcorn bowl. "Come on, it's not like people are keeping tabs on us."
Murata shrugged. "Maybe not right now, but don't you think we'll be asked about it tomorrow?"
Yuuri pulled the rim of his cap down in a poor excuse of hiding his face. "Don't make me think about tomorrow," he whined.
Murata waved the hot dog in his hand. "Not ready to admit you're gay, huh?"
Yuuri was unimpressed with the hot dog show. "I am not gay!" He even stamped his foot in childish emphasis.
"Sure you're not." Murata waggled his eyebrows. "That's why you love hot dogs so much."
"That has nothing to do with this." Even though he said that, Yuuri stared sadly at his now unappealing hot dog.
Grinning, Murata took a large bite of his own. "Who cares as long as it tastes good?"
Yuuri made a face. "Are you still talking about being gay?"
"Who knows." Murata enjoyed his look of annoyance as he happily finished the rest of his hot dog.
"Remember, we're telling people I'm bi." There was a pause before Yuuri continued. "What about you?"
The players began to find their places on the field.
Murata shrugged. "I don't care what you tell them."
"Huh?" Yuuri latched onto Murata's arm, dropping the popcorn in his hand in the process. "But you're always hitting on girls.
"Won't change anything. Like I said before, some people are into that sort of thing." And it wouldn't be a lie. He was at least half gay, and if things worked out the way he planned, his gay side was all he had to worry about.
Yuuri shuddered. "You really are on a whole other level."
If only he knew.
The game began, officially ending their conversation. It was enjoyable, but Murata found watching Yuuri more enjoyable. He was so into the game. His eyes tailed the ball and each player. With every hit, his eyes widened and with every home run, he would shout in joy. When the opposing team (who Yuuri referred to as good for nothing wannabes) won a point, he would grumble under his breath.
As amusing as watching his friend was, Murata was still beginning to lose interest a few hours into the game. The hosts seemed to foresee this, though, because light, romantic music began to blare from the huge display screen. A beautiful woman in a tight dress appeared on the screen.
"We sure hope each and every one of you are enjoying yourselves to the fullest! We know it can be hard to pay attention for such a long time, we decided to liven things up a bit! As a sign of our appreciation, we thought we could showcase all our lovely couples out here today." The woman pointed around the stadium. "Don't be shy! Raise your hand if you're here with your special someone!"
Murata's hand flew up in an instant. Yuuri hissed, immediately trying to pull his hand back down.
A drone zoomed toward them, displaying both of their faces on the huge display screen.
"Who do we have here, ladies and gentlemen? It appears to be a couple of school kids taking the day off to come here of all places. And they are both men! What a bold show of affection. Would you mind showing our audience a bit more of that emotion?"
Yuuri was frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He didn’t even look Murata’s way, which left this decision up to him. The audience began chanting the word kiss until it became a deafening roar. Murata had to do something to maintain their cover, but he also couldn’t just kiss Yuuri while he was off-guard. Well, he could (and fully enjoy it for that matter), but he’d definitely lose any chance of dating him for real if he did.
Leaning down, Murata pressed a soft kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. Yuuri touched the spot where his lips had been. He finally looked at him but didn’t say anything. There were shouts from the audience. Murata couldn’t really make anything out past the thundering applause.
The woman spoke up again. “Aw,” she cooed. “It looks like they were a bit embarrassed. How sweet! Do we have anyone out there feeling a bit bolder?”
More people raised their hands and the audience’s attention was thankfully diverted away from them.
Yuuri was still touching his forehead.
Murata waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he answered in a distant voice. He didn’t sound upset but he also didn’t sound normal. Murata wondered what was going on inside his head.
Grinning, Murata pretended to take a sip out of his empty cup and pointed toward the field. “Look, the game’s about to restart.”
The next day, girls from their class flocked Murata as soon as he pulled his bicycle up to the school. He chuckled to himself that this was of course the best way to get a woman’s attention.
“Is it true that you and Shibuya are dating?” asked Yui, a girl with short brown hair.
“Yeah!” piped up another girl, Fumi. “I saw you two on TV when I was flipping through the channels. That kiss was so cute!”
“Thank you. And yes, we are dating.”
The girls squealed in unison. “I can’t believe it! You make such a cute couple!”
A girl with a pink ribbon in her hair named Ayo put her finger to her chin. “I always guessed that Shibuya was gay.”
Murata was equally amused and annoyed by that statement. It was true that Yuuri wore himself more on his sleeve than he thought, but it also wasn’t right for them to be stereotypical or think they know someone that they really don’t. Of course, Murata was also assuming Yuuri’s sexuality, but he actually knew Yuuri, unlike them.
He put on a fake smile, one that clearly conveyed that he wasn’t actually happy. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t call my boyfriend gay,” he said in a stiff voice.
Ayo whined. “Why not? It’s true.”
“Because you shouldn’t assume someone’s sexuality. Why don’t you ask him directly before putting labels on him.”
Ayo glared and put a hand on her hip. “What else could he be if he’s dating you?”
“He could be quite a few things, actually,” he answered in a gloating tone. One thing he disliked about living on Earth when he had memories of living in Shinma was that people’s mindsets were drastically different. In Shinma, hardly anyone would even care what Yuuri’s sexuality was. “He could be bisexual, pansexual, polysexual, demisexual, graysexual, omnisexual, asexual, or even some other more specific labels.”
All of the girls stared at him as if he had grown a second head. It was extremely satisfying.
Ayo’s mouth had fallen open, but she didn’t seem to like being targeted for her assumption. “What are you, then?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively.
Murata grinned. “I prefer the term bisexual.”
She looked at least mildly surprised. "So, what? You'd date me as easily as him?" she asked.
Murata grinned wider. "I chose Shibuya because I have standards."
Ayo huffed. "Stop insulting me."
"Stop poking your nose into other people's business then."
The other girls looked hesitant. Then Fumi put her hands on Ayo’s shoulder in an attempt to get her to continue walking. “Come on, we’re going to be late for class.”
“Yeah, we should probably get going,” another girl said.
Ayo eyed Murata with dislike. “Fine.” Without another word, she stormed off. The other girls followed after her at a slower pace.
When they were gone, Murata let out a sigh. If Ayo was already being this annoying, then maybe Yuuri did have something to worry about. But still, Murata didn’t care about their classmates. If they got hate, so be it. Yuuri was much more important to him. He wasn’t sure if Yuuri felt the same, though.
He entered their homeroom class to find Yuuri already seated and surrounded by their classmates. They were all throwing questions at Yuuri who was looking at Murata desperately for help. It was only right to support his boyfriend in his time of need, so Murata saunted straight up to the crowd of students.
“Hi. I’d like to take my seat, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh,” a boy said, moving out of the way in front of his seat.
“Murata!” a girl cried. “How long have the two of you been dating?”
Murata took his seat. “For about two days.”
“Oh my god!” a couple of girls shrieked.
It was really comical how big of a deal everyone was making this.
“I appreciate all of your enthusiasm," he smiled at the group, "but class will begin shortly."
The girl who had shrieked tugged at a strand of her hair, looking embarrassed. "Oh, right. We'll get scolded if we disrupt class."
Yuuri sagged in his seat once the group disbanded. "Thanks," he sighed.
Murata grinned and leaned in toward him. "Anything for my boyfriend ."
“Stop it!” Yuuri exclaimed, totally red in the face.
“Why? Are you embarrassed?”
Yuuri groaned. “Of course I am. Everyone is making it into a huge deal. This was a terrible idea.”
Murata frowned. If Yuuri really hated it, then he really never had a chance. “We can break up right now, if you hate it so much.”
Perhaps Murata wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he thought because Yuuri looked conflicted. “No, that would definitely interfere with class. Besides, that would let all the girls down.”
Of course, Yuuri couldn’t be perceptive enough to notice how Murata was feeling. “So, what do you want to do?” he asked.
Yuuri fidgeted. “Keep playing along at least until next week.”
“Okay,” Murata said with finality. “Then we have to go on another date.”
“W-why?”
Murata smiled. “We have to keep up the ruse, don’t we?”
Yuuri twiddled his fingers. “I guess so…”
“Let’s go to a movie tonight. That new romcom came out for Valentine's Day."
Yuuri gave him a questioning look. "You want to see a romance together?"
Murata shrugged. "Who doesn't like a good romcom? What? Are you worried it will create too much atmosphere?"
Yuuri's eyes widened. "O-of course not. It's just a pretend date, after all."
"Right. So, there's nothing to worry about."
Yuuri looked like he wanted to say something else, but that was when their teacher decided to walk into the room. He carried a giant stack of papers and a frown.
“It appears that you are all living the romantic dream.” The teacher slammed the papers down on his desk. “Every single–excuse me, not single–one of you had an excuse to not come in yesterday.” He surveyed the entire class. “If I find out any of you lied, a very long detention will have your name on it.”
Yuuri flinched at his words. Noticing, Murata put his hand over his. Yuuri glanced his way, but Murata just smiled at their teacher.
Shockingly, Yuuri actually showed up to their date wearing a decent outfit. Light jeans and a green t-shirt with the words c'est la vie across the front. Murata had once again put in that extra effort. He was also wearing jeans, but his own shirt was a nice red button-down.
They bought their tickets and headed over to the concessions. “What do you want?” Murata asked.
Yuuri fingered the bottom of his shirt. “I don’t have any other money. I already had to beg my dad for enough to get in.”
What a nice coincidence. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “My treat.”
He ordered them the largest size popcorn, two soft drinks, and a package of kinoko no yama to share. Yuuri’s brow creased slightly at the sight of the candies.
“We didn’t have any chocolate yesterday,” Murata explained.
“Yeah, but…” Yuuri trailed off, inspecting one of the tiny mushrooms closely. “Aren’t these kind of improper given we’re, uh, on a date?”
Murata chuckled. As he had hoped, Yuuri also thought they appeared phallic. “I’d say they are entirely appropriate. Tossing one of the chocolate candies into his mouth, Murata made a point of moaning at the pleasant taste. Then, he set perceptive eyes on his friend. “It isn’t like this will turn you gay, Shibuya.”
Yuuri gulped. “I know, but…” He rolled the mushroom in his palm before putting it into his mouth. Cringing the entire time, he chewed it.
“Delicious, isn’t it?” Murata grinned, hoping that Yuuri understood that he wasn’t only talking about candy right now.
The boy seemed more perceptive than usual because his gaze shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s just find our seats.”
The showing room was packed, but they managed to find two open seats near the back. Yuuri was silent as they waited for the movie to start. As soon as the lights faded, Murata carefully draped his arm over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” Yuuri hissed.
“It’s a date, remember? Think of it as practice.” He could feel his friend shrug beneath his hand.
The movie was funny, and Murata took advantage of the humor to lean closer to Yuuri each time he laughed. By the end, when the couple finally admitted to the feelings they had been harboring for the other, Murata could feel his chest warm. This was so nice. Being this close to Yuuri, having him beside him and under his touch. If only Yuuri would feel the same for him so that he could do this all the time.
They parted ways soon after the movie ended. Murata hadn’t wanted to head home, especially since no one was waiting for him there, but he didn’t want to push things too far. He’d rather enjoy his limited time with Yuuri than start something he wouldn’t like the end to.
Things continued in a similar fashion. Eventually, their classmates settled down and mostly left them alone. He and Yuuri casually kept up the charade, and Murata was able to convince him to go on several more dates. Nothing actually seemed to be progressing, though.
It would be disheartening if he had actually gotten his hopes up. This was Yuuri after all. He wouldn’t be surprised if Yuuri didn’t have feelings for him, was so internally homophobic that he couldn’t admit it, or that Yuuri was so in denial that he couldn’t even tell whatsoever. If only Murata could figure out which it was, then he would at least know how to move forward. As things stood, he was left unsure whether or not it was worth it to keep up the ruse.
As nice as it was to touch him without it seeming weird, he was constantly reminded that Yuuri wasn’t as happy about the contact. Yuuri was constantly on edge, either from discomfort, internal conflict, or both. Murata was the one putting in all the effort to push things along, and at the end of each unprogressing day, Murata was left wondering if it was worth the effort.
If he gave up, at least he could relax and try to move past his feelings. Then Yuuri could do as he pleased and date some girl like he said he wanted. Although, Murata doubted that would ever happen. No, Murata was sure that he would end up having to be the one to play matchmaker for him, and Murata wasn’t ready for that.
So, continue the ruse he did.
The longer he kept it up, the more frustrated he became, though. Maybe what Yuuri needed was an outside source.
Murata made sure to dress up as nicely as possible for this date even though they were just going to the arcade. He wore the nicest outfit he could without wearing a suit. He knocked on the door, which was answered by Jennifer as he had anticipated.
“Oh, Ken!” she squealed, putting her hands together. “You look so handsome! Are you here for Yu-chan?”
Murata smiled. “You look nice as well, Mama Jennifer.”
She giggled and moved aside so that he could enter their home. “Yu-chan!” she called. “Ken-chan is here!”
“What could you be doing dressed so well?”
“Actually, Mama,” took a seat on the sofa, “I’m taking Yuuri on a date.”
“What?” she yelled so loudly he could hear it reverberate in his ear afterward. Rushing over to the sofa, she sat down beside him and took his hands. “Are you really dating?”
Murata smiled and nodded. “Yes, although…he’s being a bit difficult.”
Jennifer bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been so “normal.” Is there anything I can do?”
“I’m not sure. I’m hoping he just needs a kick in the right direction.”
Smirking, Jennifer stood up. “A mother’s pep talk, then?” Without waiting for a response, she marched up the stairs.
Murata waited. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could hear muffled voices and a few yelps from Yuuri. Finally, his friend descended the stairs alone. Sheepish, he came over slowly and sat down in a chair.
“You told my mom,” he accused lightly.
“I’m getting sick of this game, Shibuya.”
Yuuri gulped and fiddled with the chair cushion. “Pretending?”
“Pretending not to.”
Yuuri’s eyes snapped up to meet his. There was fear there. He looked like a kid only now realizing that the car he was riding in was real instead of plastic and glue. “What?”
Good. If they were going to crash, it wasn’t fair for only Murata to get hurt from the impact. “I’m sick of pretending that I haven’t meant everything I’ve done or said.”
“You can’t mean–”
“Yes, I do, and I’m sick of not knowing which playing field you are on.”
“Huh?” Yuuri rubbed his wrist. “I’m straight!”
Murata glared. “I don't think anyone buys that delusion of yours. Tell me. Why haven’t you ever dated a girl?”
“Because…i haven’t met the right person yet,” Yuuri fumbled.
Murata wasn’t convinced. “Or you have but are too scared to admit it. You also said perso, not girl.”
Yuuri's eyes widened in response to the strike at his identy. “But…”
“Why haven’t you broken up with me?”
“We aren’t dating!” Yuuri insisted.
“Everyone else would disagree. Mama is ecstatic.”
“Our teacher said–”
Murata lowered his voice, finished with playing nice. “Would you marry someone to get out of detention?”
Yuuri jolted. “Marriage? It’s not like we’re marrying each other.”
“So what?” Murata snapped. “You just want to keep this up forever? You'll never get a girlfriend that way. But I guess you wouldn’t ever get one anyway.”
Yuuri looked taken aback by his real anger and reached out his hand. “Murata–”
“What am I to you, Shibuya?”
“My friend,” Yuuri answered somewhat uncertainty.
Murata heaved a breath. “Okay. Would you say that I’m your best friend?”
“Yes,” Yuuri answered immediately.
Murata relaxed a bit at that. “How did you feel on our dates? Were you uncomfortable?”
“S–sometimes.”
“When and why?”
“When you…touched me.”
Murata waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. “Because you hated it or because you liked it?”
“I…” Murata could see the wheels spinning in Yuuri’s head. “I guess it was nice.”
That was progress, but Murata wasn’t about to give up yet. “Because I was the one doing it?” he pressed.
“I guess?”
Murata sighed at the questioning response. “What about now?” He went over to his friend and cupped his cheek. “How do you feel now?”
Yuuri seemed to pulse with something. “I’m…scared I guess.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of…of myself!” he shouted, the words popping out of him.
Murata stared directly in his eyes, willing him to meet his gaze honestly. “What are you afraid you’ll do?”
Yuuri struggled under his gaze. His eyes shifted but couldn’t focus anywhere else. His hands moved, but eventually it was too much for the boy and he shot forward into an awkward, painful kiss. Their teeth hit together and Murata’s glasses titled halfway off his face as Yuuri’s face smacked into them.
It hurt, but still, Murata couldn’t help but laugh as the tension broke between them. After fixing his glasses, he rubbed over his lip. “Really, Shibuya? It’s like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Yuuri looked pitifully embarrassed. His face bent down. “Obviously, I haven’t! Stop laughing!”
Murata let out a few more chuckles before cupping Yuuri’s face again. He remet his gaze. “Let me show you.”
He kissed him this time, moving in slower and gentler. Their lips moved slightly over each other. Yuuri’s movements were hesitant, and Murata was fine letting him remain at that inexperienced level for now. It wasn’t like Murata himself had ever kissed anyone either; he just lucked out by having memories of doing so.
Yuuri looked a bit dazed when they pulled apart. “That was better than I expected.”
“See? You didn’t burst into flame from kissing another guy,” Murata joked. “Although,” he said, plastering a smirk on his face, “I’m sure I could cause that if you want.”
Yuuri shoved at his shoulder. “Stop that! Are you really such a flirt?”
Murata’s smirk turned more sincere. “I don’t know. It depends on whether you like the flirting or not.”
“I…I don’t know.” It was a surprisingly honest response.
Murata let the smirk fall completely, smiling kindly instead. “We should find out, then.”
“I guess…This is weird. Are we actually dating now? But we still can’t tell anyone because we were already sort of dating.”
Murata shrugged. “It’s not like they need to know. But think of it this way, now we can celebrate two anniversaries.”
Yuuri blanched. “You’re already thinking that far ahead?”
“Who knows what will happen, but it’s better to look on the bright side, right?”
“I guess so. I'm sure my mom is up there planning a wedding.” Yuuri hesitantly took his hand in his and inspected the image it made. “This feels…weird.”
“I’m sure you'll get used to it.”
Yuuri was silent for a long time. “Yeah.”
Murata nudged their foreheads together. “Oh, yeah. Shibuya, if it wasn't clear, I like you.”
“Ah!” Yuuri yelped. Then he closed his eyes and took a breath. “I guess like you, too, Murata,” he said quietly.
Murata squeezed his hand. It would take Yuuri a while to get used to things, but Murata could work with that. He was nothing if not resourceful.
