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Shoma laps at his ice cream unhappily as he walks back to his shop. He planned on getting some ice time when he left his shop in Itsuki's care. But because some super famous figure skater is having an interview there, the rink he frequent is reserved for the entire afternoon. And now he has to haul himself back to his shop. Of course Shoma could just go to one of the many other rinks in town but they’re all so far away and his mood is already ruined, he won’t be able to concentrate on the ice anyways. Also, he decided to buy an ice cream to console himself and now he can’t bother to do anything else but eats it and go back. He’s mainly not going because of the ice cream. And he isn’t as grumpy anymore now. Everything’s actually going quite well to be honest.

That’s until he turns down the corner to his shop and bumps into a guy, painting his shirt with the ice cream. At first, Shoma bemoans the lost of his beloved sweet, but then he takes a good look at the shirt and feels himself pales because holy shit that shirt probably cost, like, ten of his paintings or something. Shoma looks up, gulping nervously, spoiled ice cream completely forgotten and slacked in his grip, to see a tall, gorgeous man frowning deeply at the stain. A very, very beautiful man.

Slowly, the man looks away from his ruined shirt, probably to glare at Shoma, and Shoma hugs his skates tightly against his chest, a defense against the harsh verbal ammunition that will certainly leave him a quivering mess. Before handsome guy can say anything though, Shoma bows and squeaks out “I'm so, so sorry.”

He sneaks a glance gentle eyes like melting chocolate and a small, defined nose. His face is petite and its structure is pleasing and universally attractive. Oh fuck he's the kind of face that Shoma wouldn't mind sketching. And his lips . Shoma could make a study out of the man's lips alone.

The man grunts and Shoma is aware that he is staring . The man pulls his expensive shirt away from his chest, before he replies “No, it's alright.”

Shoma groans because it's definitely not alright, the guy is just too goddamn polite to say it. So now Shoma feels terrible for ruining such a nice (and hot!) guy's expensive shirt. He says “It's really not alright. You probably shouldn't walk around with that stain on you. I should really wash that for you.”

Which sounds really fucking creepy now that it’s out of his mouth. It’s probably the reason why the guy is looking on the side of uncomfortable. Fuck. Shoma's never this pushy. And, before he can stop himself, he continues “Look, my house’s at the end of this block and I could get you something to wear while I wash your shirt.”

“No, it's fine. I need to get going. I have an interview soon." The guy answers hastily, shaking his head. He looks desperate to get away from Shoma; he probably think Shoma's a creeper or something. Great. Way to go Sho, he thinks. But oh well, he did try. He's not gonna force a shirt on the guy when he's clearly uncomfortable with Shoma. So Shoma nods along, throws his tied-together skates over his shoulder by their laces and digs out his phone. He flips the device toward the guy and says “Look, just key in your name and address, I'll mail you a new shirt.”

Surprisingly though, handsome man stares at him funnily and he's no longer in a rush to get away from Shoma like Shoma's the plaque. Shoma clears his throat and adds uselessly “It's a really nice shirt. I'm very sorry I ruined it.”

The man looks at him closely now and Shoma shifts on his feet, trying not to be intimidated. Then handsome man says matter-of-factly “You don’t know who I am.”

Shoma tries not to make a stupid face but he knows he’s unsuccessful because he can feel his face pulling into a frown. He asks dumbly  “Should I?”

“No, of course not!” the answer comes out a bit too fast and the laughter that follows it is a bit too awkward. Shoma’s eyes dart around the handsome man’s face, trying to gouge out his memory. He’s at a lost though, because this guy doesn’t look familiar at all . He’s far too beautiful to be someone Shoma knows and Shoma knows a lot of people.

Before Shoma can say anything stupid again, the guy pulls at his shirt and says “Look, I know I said no… but you have a point about me walking around with a ruined shirt, so if the offer still stands, I’d really like to borrow a shirt.”

“Oh,” Shoma remarks. He’s not sure what just happened for the guy to change his mind but Shoma’s glad he’s given the opportunity to unfuck up his clumsiness. “Yes, absolutely.”

And then Shoma’s leading the handsome guy to his apartment. It kinda make his brain short circuited for a moment, because leading & handsome guy & to his apartment is not the words he expect to hear in the same sentence, ever.

Shoma takes the side stair beside his shop’s entrance that leads up to his place. He opens the door and promptly regrets inviting anyone to his place. He forgot that it’s an art apocalypse right now. Everything is a freaking mess because he’s working on his exhibition pieces. Fuck. He has dirty rugs and paint buckets and ruined canvases everywhere .

Shoma sets down his skates by the entryway and says “Sorry about the… mess.”

The man simply smiles and follow Shoma in. He toes of his shoes, saying the customary “Sorry for intruding.” and eyes the living room with an amused look. He says “You’re an artist…?”

His sentence trails off awkwardly and Shoma looks away from his bathroom door. “Oh! It’s Shoma. Uno Shoma. And yes. I… paint.”

“Well, hello Uno-san,” The man replies playfully “I’m Yuzuru.”

Shoma nods, gesturing at his bathroom absentmindedly. The man looks at him some more and adds “Hanyu... Yuzuru.”

“Well, yes. Uhm. Hanyu-san.” Shoma responds awkwardly, unsure why Yuzuru is smiling so widely at him. He clears his throat “Please, you can freshen up in the bathroom. There are clean towels under the sink.”

Yuzuru nods and, before he leaves for the bathroom, he says “You should call me Yuzuru.”

Shoma blinks, bows and says “Uhm, then please call me Shoma?”

“Okay," Yuzuru repelis, eyes going soft “Shoma-kun.”

Yuzuru smiles at him coyly before he walks off. As he stares after Yuzuru, it hits him in the face that Yuzuru, handsome guy, is going to be shirtless very soon. Quickly, Shoma turns on his heels and rushes into his room to find Yuzuru something to wear. Vaguely, Shoma can hear the sound of running water ringing throughout the apartment and he determinedly rummages through his closet. He’s definitely not thinking about the guy that’s showering in his apartment. Shoma normally doesn’t have guys showering in his place, let alone a guy that gorgeous, a guy who’s probably gonna wear his clothes very soon.

Shoma clears his throat, wills his face not to blush and pulls out a few of Itsuki’s shirt because he’s not sure he can handle having Yuzuru wearing his clothes. But also, let’s be honest, none of his clothes are ever going to fit Yuzuru. But Yuzuru’s clothes will more than fit him, Shoma’s brain supplies. He yanks out two, three of Itsuki’s shirt and ignores that particular train of thoughts.

By the time Shoma goes back out, Yuzuru is already done. His trousers hang dangerously low on his hips and a towel draped around his shoulder keeping his most of his upper body from view. It’s not like Shoma wants to see or anything. He doesn’t. In fact, he looks away, swallowing because wow. Uhm. Whoo. Yuzuru is fit .

Fuck. Shoma shouldn’t be thinking about that.

He practically shoves the clothes into Yuzuru chest and hastily turns around, suddenly finding his own painting remarkably fascinating. Yuzuru hums as he choose his shirt and remarks offhandedly “These are all bigger than you.”

Shoma makes the mistake of turning toward Yuzuru and gets an eye full of an extremely defined belly and toned arms muscle. Fuck. He’s positively blushing now.

He stutters as he answers “Oh, uhm, they’re actually my brother’s… I figure mine will be too small for you.”

Yuzuru hums again and Shoma feels heat crawling up his neck. He adds uselessly “I know they’re not as nice as your shirt but at least they’ll fit.”

A laugh and then a reply “It’s quite alright. I was gonna change out of it anyways.”

Shoma nods and turns back around, still adamant about not looking at Yuzuru. A few seconds later, he feels a touch to his elbow and an amused voice saying “You can look at me you know.”

Shoma burns bright red and he’s pretty sure he sputters at that. But eventually, he does turns to look at Yuzuru. And the man is absolutely gorgeous even in Itsuki’s crinkled long sleeves. Come to think of it, he’s also gorgeous even without anything on. Must be the beautiful people gene at work, keeping him looking beautiful whenever and whatever.

Yuzuru’s smile is blinding when Shoma manages to gather up enough courage to look at his face. Shoma looks away again and reminds him timidly “Well, uhm, you said you need to go to an interview?”

“Oh!” Yuzuru exclaims “Right! I’m already late. Shit!”

Ah, so he does know how to curse. Shoma chuckles lightly and leads him out the door, hurrying along Yuzuru to the bottom of the stairs. The two of them look at each other briefly after Shoma finishes locking up the side door.  Shoma gestures vaguely at the ‘ Il Principe ’ sign over the door of his shop as he says “Well, I’ll be manning my shop now.”

After a beat, he offers “Good luck with you interview.”

Yuzuru smiles at him again so Shoma takes a deep breathe, as if he’s preparing for something, anything, and starts to pull the door open. The bell on the top is jingling when Yuzuru grabs onto his forearm. He says “Thank you for the shirt. I’ll bring it back to you after I clean it.”

Seems like he’s a very touchy person. Shoma swallows and nods. “It’s nothing, really. You don’t have to.”

Yuzuru's fingers slides down the length of his forearm, feather light, and grips his hand. He looks at Shoma straight in the eyes and says with determination “I'll be back."

Shoma stares at him dazedly, mesmerized by the light in Yuzuru’s eyes and mirroring his smile unconsciously. Yuzuru lets go of his hand, mouth stretching beautifully over his teeth and he reaches up to rest his hand against Shoma’s cheek. Shoma’s pretty sure he’s not breathing by the time the tip of Yuzuru’s finger touches the corner of his lips because holy shit he has the strongest impulse to suck it into his mouth and sets his teeth against the soft skin.

But he doesn't. Because Shoma has excellent impulse control thank you very much.

Yuzuru nods at him before he steps back and Shoma dearly misses his warmth. Impulsively, he reaches out to grab onto Yuzuru’s arm because what he said about his impulse control is clearly a fucking lie because he doesn’t actually have one. Yuzuru’s looking at Shoma now, with something like hope sparkling in his eyes, and Shoma swallows. He says before he can find it in him to chicken out “I’ll be waiting then.”

Yuzuru’s answering smile is blinding and Shoma finds himself echoing the smile genuinely. He waves cheerfully and waits until Yuzuru disappears before he goes into his shop.

And he’s immediately ceased by the arm as soon as he steps inside. By Kanako. He yelps and demands “Where the hell did you come from?”

She doesn’t answer, just spews nonsense and demands who was with him outside just now. Shoma looks toward his younger brother for help, but Itsuki’s gaming away and eating his lunch so all he can do is rolls his eyes and deals with Kanako and her nosiness on his own. He’s actually tempted to ignore her, but the last time he did that, she pestered him so much he didn’t get anything done the entire day.

Heaving a sigh, Shoma replies “I bumped to him on the street and spilled my ice cream on his shirt.”

“Oh my god Shoma!”

“I invited him up and gave him a change of clothes okay!” Shoma hastily adds before Kanako can scold him and receives a sly smirk in returns

“Stop it you pervert.” Shoma scolds, moving to get behind the counter.

“Was he hot?” Kanako demands, planting her elbows on the surface of the counter. Itsuki wisely starts to move away and takes his lunch toward the back.

Shoma frowns, then feels himself color when he remembers Yuzuru standing in the middle of his apartment with his toned belly and his long, muscled arms. He swallows and looks away. Kanako gasps dramatically “He is!”

“Please tell me you got his name.”

“Yes, I know his name.” Shoma answers and Kanako smirks, waiting, so he continues “Hanyu Yuzuru.”

“Yuzu?” Kanako exclaims, making Shoma looks up from his tasks. She continues “Tall with noodle arms and legs but actually really muscular, has a small face and wear a bunch of necklaces?”

Shoma thinks for a bit. Even though he was distracted by the delicious looking abs and cupid bow lips, those are all true, so he replies “Yeah. You know him?”

Kanako rolls her eyes so hard Shoma’s pretty sure she broke something. She asks him back “The question is, how do you not know him?”

Shoma shrugs “Why should I know him just because you know him?”

Kanako’s looking at him like he spontaneously grew another head when she wasn’t looking. She says “Sho, Yuzu’s two time Olympics champion and he’s the favorite to win the next one as well, which is coming up in, like, 7 months.”

Before he can say anything in reply, Itsuki unhelpfully supplies from the back “Sho’s a caveman Kanako-chan. He doesn’t watch TV, doesn’t go anywhere besides his shop, his apartment and the ice rink and still think that Takahashi-senshu is the peak of figure skating. Also, he’s dumb.”

Shoma glares at the general direction of the voice, viciously hoping Itsuki chokes on his salad or whatever. He mumbles meekly “Dai-chan is the peak of figure skating.”

Kanako sighs, defeated. After a few seconds, she sits up straight with a mischievous expression “So you think Yuzu’s hot, huh?”

Shoma blushes and glares dagger at her. He grits out “Shut. Up.”

Kanako giggles so hard she falls off the stool. Shoma definitely doesn’t help her up because serves her right.

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Yuzuru’s not here the next day.

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Or the day after that.

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It’s not like Shoma’s waiting or anything. Because he definitely isn’t .

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Even though he said he’ll be waiting.

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Which he definitely is.

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And when Yuzuru does come to his shop, Shoma’s not there because reasons . But it does give Yuzuru an excuse to go to Shoma’s apartment up stair, so it’s a win for him. But it’s definitely a lose for Shoma because he’s working on his paintings and Kanako also decides to tag along and visit her favorite junior, Shoma.

“Wow, what a coincident.” Shoma deadpans at her, pushes the door half closed and showing only his hair, his forehead and his eyes. He’s definitely not doing it because he’s practically covered in paint and doesn’t want Yuzuru to see him in a less than perfect condition. Also, he’s definitely not avoiding Yuzuru’s eyes because that would be silly.

“Are you gonna let us in?” Kanako asks with a smirk. Shoma frowns at her, yelling at her to go away in his head. In reality, he replies “No.”

Kanako pouts, clinging onto Yuzuru’s arm and swinging it like she’s a kid. Most time, Shoma thinks she is. She whines “But Yuzu came all the way to visit you!”

Shoma rolls his eyes “I said I won't let both of you in. I didn't say I wouldn't let him in.”

Yuzuru laughs and Shoma finally, finally , turns to looks at him. He gets an eyeful of long neck and and sculpted chin and Shoma. Just. Can't.

He has to grip onto the door handle because otherwise he's gonna do something drastic. Like jumps on Yuzuru and licks his neck. Or just. Licks him everywhere.

Which.

No.

Shoma clears his throat. This makes Kanako looks at him slyly before putting a hand of her hip. She says “Well, you boys have fun then.”

Then she turns to Yuzuru, a serious expression on her face “Don't corrupt Shoma's virtue, or you'll have me and Mao and Dai-kun to answer to.”

Yuzuru looks at her amusedly before he turns to Shoma, a smile on his lips. “She's gone now. Will you let me in?”

“What if I say no?”

Yuzuru pouts, holding up the brown paper bag he has in his hand “But I brought back your shirt.”

“I could just take it here and shut the door.”

“You just told Kana you’d let me in.”

“That was hypothetical.” Shoma replies. Yuzu’s smile turns amused and he leans against the door frame, face impossibly to Shoma's.

His voice is low when he asks “Then hypothetically speaking, what can I do to get myself inside your apartment?”

Shoma hums, looking away coyly, “Depends on what you have to offer, skater boy.”

Yuzuru giggles “Let me think. Hmm. What do I have to offer to artist boy over here.”

Shoma huffs out a laugh of his own as Yuzuru starts listing “I'm good with kids and I make really good iced chocolate...”

Shoma makes an unimpressed face and shakes his head. “Nope, not interested.”

“What else, what else." Yuzuru puts a finger to his chin “Oh, I clean very well. You'll never have to worry about dirty dishes and doing the laundry or sweeping the floor ever again.”

“Now that’s interesting." Shoma replies and opens the door wide. Yuzuru takes one look at Shoma's clothes and warzone of a living room and laugha.

“I can see why that interest you. But I’m still hurt that what get me pass your door is my ability to scrub the floor clean and not my impossibly good look.” Yuzuru laments, a hand over his chest dramatically. Shoma replies with a shrug “You’re… beautiful. BUT! I’m friends with Takahashi Daisuke. So...”

Yuzuru whirls around and says “So you do still think Dai-chan’s the peak of figure skating.”

Shoma smirks “He is, and always will be, the peak of figure skating. That is true fact.”

Yuzuru pouts “You’re saying that in front of the two time Olympics champion and reigning World and GPF champion?”

Shoma rolls his eyes fondly “So modest.”

“I have someone to impress.” Yuzuru answers with a shrug and Shoma colors. He asks “And who might that be?”

“Oh, you know, this guy who bumped into me a few days ago and spilled ice cream all over me. He’s on the short side but absolutely adorable. You don’t happen to know him do you?”

Shoma hums “Sounds like someone I know.”

“You think I have a chance with him?”

“Oh, I don't know. I can't tell. You should ask him out on a date first… See if he's interested.”

“I think he is. I don't know where to take him, got any idea?”

“Ice cream would be nice." Shoma replies and Yuzuru bursts out laughing. He steps toward Shoma and boldly puts a hand Shoma'a hip. He asks “Well then, why don't we start with ice cream, Shoma-kun?”

Shoma smirks and looks down at his ruined clothes “Lemme get out of this first.”

Yuzuru let him go reluctantly but he calls out “You need help with that?”

Shoma laughs and replies “Remember, no corrupting my virtue or Kanako, Mao and Dai-chan are gonna come after you.”

Yuzuru answering laughs is bright and clear and a smile follows Shoma the rest of the way.

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Later later, when Yuzuru definitely did NOT corrupt Shoma’s virtue, they lay in bed face to face and share little details about their lives with each other. When Shoma gets to the part where he starts listing down figure skaters that he personally knows, Yuzuru pushes him down onto the bed and hovers. He demands “How is it that you've been friends with all these skaters but not me?”

Shoma tries to shrug even with Yuzuru’s hands pushing his shoulders into the mattress. He replies teasingly “I don’t know, maybe because someone’s too much of a hot shot figure skater to be friends with me.”

Yuzuru narrows his eyes and chides “Cheeky boys don’t get orgasm.”

Shoma smirks in return, brow raising. He pushes up onto his elbows and kisses Yuzuru’s lips, tongue pushing against the seam. He replies coyly “You just gave me three.”

This time, it’s Yuzuru who smirks, hands drawing a feather light trial down Shoma’s belly. He spreads Shoma’s legs apart pushes up onto his knees, settling in between of Shoma’s legs. Yuzuru pulls Shoma’s lower body onto his laps and leans down to kiss Shoma “Then I’ll give you three more and make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

It’s gonna be a long night.