[ Okay, there’s the huffing Yu expected. Yosuke picks up the pitchfork and tosses it back at Yu. It misses.
It’s funny, though, seeing Yu be the uncoordinated one. He snickers as his boyfriend struggles with the stockings. But he’s left with a shirtless Yu in his underwear with little devil horns on.
That...is...leaps and bounds more interesting to him, he realizes rather quickly. And immediately coughs as Yu stretches, averting his gaze slightly off center. ]
That’s surprising—it already looked like hell to wear.
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[ Okay, there’s the huffing Yu expected. Yosuke picks up the pitchfork and tosses it back at Yu. It misses.
It’s funny, though, seeing Yu be the uncoordinated one. He snickers as his boyfriend struggles with the stockings. But he’s left with a shirtless Yu in his underwear with little devil horns on.
That...is...leaps and bounds more interesting to him, he realizes rather quickly. And immediately coughs as Yu stretches, averting his gaze slightly off center. ]
That’s surprising—it already looked like hell to wear.