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When You Stay Over at Their Place

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Y0! Nishikiyama Akira, Aoki Ryo, Majima Goro

Kiryu Kazuma

- The moment you step into his bathroom for a hot shower, you realize there’s only one bottle of body wash in there.

- You pick it up for a closer look—only to find it’s a 13-in-1 men’s body wash.

- Yes, you read that right. Thirteen-in-one.

- It claims to function as body wash, shampoo, conditioner, facial cleanser, toothpaste, mouthwash, eye drops, moisturizer, protein powder, sports drink, toilet cleaner, floor disinfectant, and laundry detergent.

- You stare in disbelief. Everything after "mouthwash" has clearly crossed the line from bath products. How the hell does Kiryu use this stuff without his face melting off? And yet, his skin and hair are flawless.

- There’s no way you’re putting that on your body, so you end up just rinsing off with water.

- After the shower, since Kiryu doesn’t own any women’s pajamas, you borrow his clothes.

- His clothes, like the man himself, carry a faint woody scent. But the thought that they were probably washed with that 13-in-1 abomination makes your skin itch uncontrollably.

"Didn’t you just shower?" Kiryu asks, watching you scratch yourself like a madman.

You shoot him a glare. "It’s because your house doesn’t have a single normal bottle of body wash!"

Kiryu blinks, genuinely confused by your anger. "That body wash works fine. I’ve always used that brand."

"I don’t care! Tomorrow, you’re buying proper body wash and shampoo, or I’m never coming over again!" you snap.

Kiryu frowns, deep in thought for a few seconds, as if seriously considering your demand.

"...But," he says slowly, "there’s still a lot left in that bottle. Buying new ones would be wasteful."

"Wasteful my ass!" You nearly jump in frustration. "That thing isn’t meant for human use! Where the hell did you even buy that chemical weapon?!"

"Donki," he answers honestly. "It was on sale—buy one, get one free."

"..." You cover your face and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. This man’s brain has definitely been fried by that 13-in-1 body wash.

"Listen, Kazuma," you say, "normal people don’t use body wash that can also clean toilets. Understand?"

He falls silent, his gaze drifting toward the bathroom as if reminiscing about his years of bathing with the stuff. Finally, he nods. "...Fine. I’ll buy new ones tomorrow."

Nishikiyama Akira

- Nishiki is a man of refinement—just look at his silky, well-maintained hair.

- Unlike someone, Nishiki would never stoop to using 2-in-1 shampoo. Instead, he owns separate bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and hair mask.

- Lathering, rinsing, treating—he approaches each step with meticulous care, spending a full hour on his hair. Drying it takes another thirty minutes, and he even applies hair oil beforehand to prevent split ends.

Knowing you’d be staying at Nishiki’s place tonight, you secretly wore a set of black lace lingerie—his favorite. Your plan was to "accidentally" let your clothes slip after he finished showering, just to see his stunned reaction.

But Nishiki’s shower takes forever.

"Deep-cleansing shampoo → scalp massage (5 min) → hair mask (30 min) → body wash → exfoliation → cold water to close pores..."

—His routine is like some kind of sacred ritual.

You wait on the couch, listening to the sound of running water and the clinking of bottles from the bathroom, until you eventually doze off.

In your half-asleep state, you feel someone gently lifting you by your back and knees. When you open your eyes, Nishiki is looking down at you, his skin carrying the faint scent of his expensive body wash.

"...Why’d you fall asleep here?" he murmurs, his voice softer than usual.

Still groggy, you try to answer, but he effortlessly carries you to bed. His arms are warm, his chest pressed against your cheek, and you can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As he tucks you in, you struggle to wake up and execute your "surprise plan," but he wraps the blankets tightly around you. "Just sleep. " he says, ruffling your hair. As he pulls his hand back, his fingers brush against the lace strap peeking out from your collar—

—He definitely noticed.

But the next second, the bedside lamp clicks off. In the darkness, you hear him chuckle. "I won’t take so long tomorrow."

Aoki Ryo

- Aoki is your boss, but your relationship is... well, complicated.

- You explore each other’s bodies like lovers—in empty offices late at night, in hotel rooms, leaving scorching marks with fingertips and lips. But when morning comes, he reverts to the composed Governor of Tokyo, and you’re just another subordinate, as if last night’s intimacy never happened.

- Not that you mind. In fact, you were the one who proposed keeping things this way—dramatic relationships are too much trouble. All you want is someone to satisfy your needs when you’re lonely, nothing more.

- No good morning texts, no constant togetherness, no endless empty promises.

- No debts, no obligations—just mutual warmth when needed, nothing beyond that.

- Usually, you meet at hotels, but tonight, Aoki invites you to his place for dinner, and you end up staying over.

After an intense session, your skin sticky with sweat, you push off his damp chest, grab the shirt he discarded earlier, and head to the bathroom barefoot.

Aoki’s bathroom is spacious and minimalist, the marble countertop gleaming under cold light. You turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your flushed face—but when you look up, you freeze.

On the sink sits a brand-new bottle of makeup remover.

Not just that—next to it is a lineup of your usual high-end skincare products. You never told him what brands you use. A fluffy new towel is neatly folded nearby, complete with a headband for washing your face. There’s even an unopened toothbrush in a cup that matches his—as if this home had always reserved a space for you.

Your throat tightens. Oh hell no. This is way too much.

The water keeps running, but you’re rooted in place. The mirror reflects the marks on your neck—the ones he left earlier with near-desperate intensity. Suddenly, you recall his uncharacteristic silence tonight, the slight tremble in his fingers when he gripped your wrists—

—Turns out, in this game, someone has unknowingly crossed the line.

"What’s wrong?"

Aoki’s voice comes from behind. His bangs, still damp with sweat, fall over his forehead, and his usually sharp gaze is softer now.

"...When did you prepare all this?" you ask, forcing calm into your voice.

Aoki glances at the items on the sink and shrugs. "Just bought them randomly."

"Liar. These are all my usual brands." You call out his flimsy excuse without mercy. "For a relationship like ours, this stuff is unnecessary, don’t you think?"

If you’d gone to a hotel, all traces would’ve vanished by dawn. Makeup remover, skincare, matching toothbrush cups—none of this fits your arrangement.

"I know," he cuts in, his fingers brushing your cheek. "We take what we need. No interference."

His thumb grazes your lower lip, but his eyes are terrifyingly calm. "But how I arrange my home is my business."

You suddenly realize—this man is pushing boundaries, inch by inch, dissolving the unspoken rules between you.

God, he’s latched onto you. This is getting troublesome.

As his lips crush against yours, the thought coils tight in your chest: You’ll never shake him off now.

Majima Goro

- This is your first time staying at his place, and his bathroom is normal—at least compared to Kiryu’s "13-in-1 biochemical weapon" and Nishiki’s shrine to haircare.

- The shelves are neatly stocked with body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, all labels facing outward. Surprisingly tidy.

- But when you open the closet to look for pajamas, your entire body locks up.

- There are several sets of women’s sleepwear—understandable, since Majima is popular with women.

- But what the hell is that neon pink snakeskin tube dress doing there? And that ridiculous blonde wig next to it?

- You hold up the dress. The size... there’s no way this is for an average woman.

- No no no... this is all wrong. Even for cosplay, what woman would willingly wear something this tacky? Which means only one possibility...

- Oh god. Is Majima actually...? Are you just a cover to hide his real sexuality?!

The bathroom door suddenly slides open. Majima pokes his head out, hair still dripping. "Find the pajamas? I bought some new ones for you—"

He spots the snakeskin dress in your hands and pauses. Then he sighs. "Ah... you found out, huh?"

You hold up the dress accusingly. "What the hell is this?"

"Oh, that? I wore it to mess with Kiryu-chan," Majima answers casually.

"...Mess with Kiryu?" you repeat slowly, your mind conjuring images of Kiryu facing off against a blonde-wigged, neon-clad Majima. You shake your head violently to erase that atrocious picture.

"Yep!" Majima steps closer, steam still rising from his body. "Back then, he’d just gotten outta prison, and I wanted to see if he’d lost his edge. But he refused to fight me no matter what! So I had to get creative—bought this outfit, slapped on the wig, and posed as a hostess to lure him to a cabaret club. The look on his face when he saw me? Priceless."

You imagine Kiryu’s expression upon encountering a full-glam Majima and feel a pang of sympathy for the legendary "Dragon of Dojima."

"So... you’re not into cross-dressing or anything...?" you ask hesitantly.

Majima blinks, then bursts out laughing. "Wait, that’s why you were so pissed just now?"

You roll your eyes. "Who the hell dresses up as a hostess just to pick a fight...?"

"Heh." Majima suddenly grins, his eye glinting with mischief. "I’ve got even better ones."

He rummages through the closet and pulls out a police uniform and a pair of handcuffs, dangling them in front of you with a playful smirk. "Whaddya say? Wanna go for round two?"

As you stare at his eager expression, it suddenly makes sense why Kiryu avoids him—this man’s dedication to messing around is downright terrifying.

Bonus: Akiyama Shun!

- Akiyama’s old house lmao

I’m not a big fan of writing, but I was STARVING, so I had to cook for myself

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