none of us are free from sin

[alloutoflove]

At some point I uploaded new icons and botched some of my threads. Oops.
Also listen like 95% of this post is extremely nsfw. Double oops.

Stargazing → It's a nice clear night, and even when you live in a big city, there are places to get away and look at the stars. There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight; maybe now's the time to make a wish.

Domesticity → Sometimes domesticity is a white picket fence and two kids and a dog; sometimes it's an apartment that's a little shabby but comfortable; sometimes it's just the people you're with.

What The Housekeeper Saw!! → What. What are you doing. Why are you doing it.

Spoiler prompt: There's a game you play sometimes, when you're acting. "Baby, if you love me, please please smile," you say, and the other person replies, "Baby, I love you, but I just can't smile." If you can make them smile, you win. If you don't, they win. And sometimes you don't even know you're playing the game. END PROMPT

Wildcard!! → Just what it says.

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Speak for yourself, I'm not sorry

[rockyxiii]

[By the time he actually gets there, it's started to rain, and of course he went out without an umbrella like always, so have a slightly soaked Juzo on your doorstep, Chisa.

More importantly, to him anyway, he knows that look on her face.]

. . . Do I even wanna know how long you've been in the kitchen?

[alloutoflove]

--Probably not!

[ She's not actually apologetic about it, even if it's a little embarrassing. But a beat later she reaches out to grab his arm, tugging like she could physically drag him inside on her own strength. ]

Aah, look at this! Honestly, Sakakura-kun, it wouldn't kill you to use an umbrella now and then... one moment.

[ And off she goes to get a towel for him. At least it smells nice in here. (It always smells nice in Chisa's apartment, even when she hasn't been cooking.) ]

[rockyxiii]

[He allows her to pull him inside, offering the obligatory apology and taking off his shoes. Of course there's a gift tucked under his arm, too, hidden away from the wet, and he sets that down as he gets out of his coat.]

It's not that bad! . . . Smells good in here, Yukizome.

[alloutoflove]

I put effort into it! Bend down--

[ She has the towel, but he's taller enough that there's no graceful way to get it over his head. For a moment, though, she's distracted by the gift -- everything has its place in her apartment, so of course she's going to notice something new. ]

--What's that?

[rockyxiii]

You'll find out when you open it.

[A hostess gift!!! He bends down for the towel, allowing her that much, with a smile.]

[alloutoflove]

Are you really bringing me things after you paid yesterday?

[ Honestly! If you think she's forgotten about that, Juzo, you're sadly mistaken. She goes up onto her toes to scrub at his hair a bit -- not too hard, but definitely with a firmer hand than she might normally. ]

[rockyxiii]

[That's not bad though. He leans into it, even, his laugh muffled by the towel.]

You're more than paying me back today. Don't argue with me. I know how much you must've spent on cooking for me, not to mention all the time and effort. I'm the one who got off easy here.

[alloutoflove]

I'll argue because you're going overboard!

[ She fluffs at his hair a little harder in retaliation. Take that! But then she steps back to admire her handiwork: he's a mess now. Hmph. ]

I don't have anything that'll fit you that's dry, but I can get you another towel, if you want it. It's warmer out of the entryway.

[rockyxiii]

[He is, all damp shirt and fluffy messed up hair, but he doesn't seem to mind, lifting one hand to push his bangs back into place.]

All right, I'll take you up on that. Now are we even?

[alloutoflove]

Not even close! Go on, shoo, sit. I'll bring your towel.

[ She makes flapping gestures at him in the direction of her small kitchen/dining area before she heads to grab the second towel.

It is not at all an exaggeration to say she's put together a rather elaborate feast -- protein-heavy, mostly focused on fish and vegetables. There is some rice, because this is still a Japanese meal, but it seems like she was pretty serious about trying to make something that would fit within his dietary restrictions. ]

[rockyxiii]

[CHISA . . .

Why is he even surprised?! But he is anyway, at the sheer scale of this. He steps over to take a seat, taking in the spread with impressed dubiousness and no small amount of hunger. Not enough to actually finish all this, but, seriously, Chisa!?]

Oi! Yukizome! So when are the other ten guys you invited to help eat all this gonna show up?

[alloutoflove]

It's fine, it's fine!

[ She reappears with the second towel, which she drapes over his shoulders, like she's seen him do at matches. It's a lot fluffier than what he gets at those, though. ]

I was feeling inspired. The rest can be for dinner, if you'd like.

[rockyxiii]

[Thank you, Chisa. He takes it and tugs at his wet shirt, considering . . . she's seen him shirtless a billion times before, at said matches, but it's different to do it in someone's house . . . ]

—Sorry, but do you mind if I take this off for a sec?

[alloutoflove]

Mm? No, go ahead. The heat's on.

[ She slides into the chair across from him. She has probably seen him shirtless more than she's seen her actual boyfriend in the same state, all things considered. ]

[rockyxiii]

[It's embarrassing, but the wet shirt is uncomfortable, so he pulls it off so he can dry himself off a little. He grins at her sheepishly from under the towel:]

Thanks. Anyone else would kick me the hell out. I'd deserve it, so I can't even be mad.

[alloutoflove]

Why would they do that?

[ Actually, she could think of a number of people who'd be more than happy to have Sakakura Juzo half-naked in their home, but saying he deserved it? Really? ]

The weather's not your fault.

[rockyxiii]

You kidding? Even I know when I'm being rude. I just don't care unless it's you I'm being rude to.

[alloutoflove]

Wanting to be dry isn't rude.

[ She clicks her chopsticks at him, then sets to serving herself. ]

Anyway, I think you're underestimating how popular that could be.

[rockyxiii]

What's so popular about this?

[HE SAYS, COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUSLY, as he grabs some food for himself too.]

[alloutoflove]

...you really don't know...

[ It's a bit exasperated, but fond regardless. Of course he doesn't realize. Did he think that all photo ops were just because of his skill alone?

But she just shakes her head. ]

There are plenty of people who'd like to see you like this up close, Sakakura-kun.

[rockyxiii]

. . . Oh. Right. I don't really dwell on that kinda thing, but I doubt it's as many people as you're thinking.

[alloutoflove]

You were a triple World Champion before you graduated from high school. People know your name even outside of Japan.

[ She's as serious as she ever is, leaning forward on her elbows as she peers up at his face. ]

Even in our class, do you know how many of them would be jealous of me right now? "No fair, Yukizome, Sakakura-kun's only nice to you! AND you get to see him like that? Why??"

[rockyxiii]

Come on! No one ever really said anything like that to you.

[DID THEY?! He always tuned out the attentions of the girls in their class . . . ]

[alloutoflove]

I got it because of both of you.

[ She loves you both, but there were days where that made high school life awkward. ]

"Yukizome, why does Munakata-kun only pay attention to you? How come Sakakura-kun is so nice to you?" But they'd never just talk to you guys if I told them to!

[rockyxiii]

[He shakes his head and laughs a little, grabbing some meat with his chopsticks. It seriously smells divine . . . ]

You're the only one who ever did. I doubt Munakata noticed them any more than I did. We're not mindreaders.

[Meaning: they're both fucking oblivious, actually.]