meruhen - cyn's writing journal

Prompt: She's in fashion.
Yukimura has to thank someone. Originally posted here.

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"You had to have Oshitari interview me for the magazine, didn't you?" Yukimura asks from the door. Sanada doesn't jump, although he is startled; but it wouldn't do to show the reaction and instead, he simply leans back, and looks across the office to the model standing in the door. "Not one of your other writers? Any of them would have been fine."

"It was a special article," Sanada responds, dropping his pen on the surface of his desk. "Did he offend you?"

"He's got lecherous eyes." Yukimura steps inside, closes the door behind him, and walks across the office.

"Half of the people you know have lecherous eyes."

"Ah but they're not trying to hide their lecherousness, and doing it as unsuccessfully as Oshitari," Yukimura tells Sanada. He bypasses the chairs in front of Sanada's desk to slip around the black desk that dominates the room, in between the edge of the desk and Sanada's chair - and Sanada himself. "Besides, I was secretly hoping it would have been you."

"I don't write articles."

"Not even exceptions, every now and then?"

"No."

"So strict," Yukimura murmurs, and slides his hands around Sanada's shoulder, over the nape of his neck. "I owe you a favor."

"You don't owe me anything." Sanada's voice lowers and beneath Yukimura's hands, stiffens. But it doesn't stop his own hands from going to Yukimura's waist, pulling him in closer. Yukimura's smiling, nothing out of the ordinary, and doesn't even blink when Sanada pushes him down.

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