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“You’re dick whipped.”
Fuma gives silence as an answer, feigning ignorance at the flat comment Yudai directed at him. He knows it’s not working, but he keeps his expression blank nonetheless, not giving away how affected the words make him.
“Is this about that Maki kid?” Euijoo cluelessly asks, pulling Yudai closer into his embrace, arms circling Yudai’s middle from behind, deer eyes wide and glinting with curiosity.
Kid. As if Fuma needed more to feel awkward over the situation.
or
Fuma and Maki have a thing, as much as Fuma wants to deny it

