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“Wright, I have a favor to ask of you,” Miles Edgeworth hesitantly said, standing outside Phoenix’s apartment door. Unknown to Phoenix, the man on the other side held a flower bouquet. It was a mix of primrose and orchids. Really, Miles had walked into the first flower shop he saw and asked the lady behind the counter what bouquet would be good to get someone to agree to pretend to date him.
“Yes, Yes! Coming! Just. Just gotta put some pants on,” Phoenix shouted from across his apartment. Miles second-guessed himself; was this really who he wanted as a pretend partner?
“You could have just said you would be out in a minute,” Edgeworth pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
The door to the apartment opened. Edgeworth looked at Wright up and down. He was wearing a shirt backward and a pair of jeans that somehow did not do well with the shirt. Miles quirked an eyebrow, before quickly dropping his smirk and looking away. He realized that Phoenix was staring at the bouquet in his hands.
“Are you- Miles, of COURSE!” Phoenix gushed out. He gave Miles a large hug, watching flower petals be smushed between the two’s chests. He let go, grinning widely.
“Good god, I thought you wouldn’t have agreed. Thank you so much, Wright. Now, we should be going soon. I know this might be short notice, but a bunch of prosecutors and a few others I know are holding a sort of Valentine's Day gala. You should dress in something formal. When I say formal, I mean not just a suit. It’s black-tie optional, so I expect you to look half decent. I wasn’t sure that you would own the proper formal wear, so I decided to check a suit rental store for something that would fit you decently. I brought matching pants and a blue bowtie,” Miles explained quickly, grabbing a bag that had been set aside on the floor and thrusting it into Phoenix’s arms.
Miles wouldn’t tell Phoenix that he knew the suit would fit him. He spent a lot of time staring at the man in the courtroom. When he entered a courtroom, when he was against Miles as defense, even exiting the court and then throughout investigating. He doubted Wright noticed, but that didn’t matter. After all, it was all so the other man looked good for this one day.
“Milex, don’t you think this is going a little too fast?” Phoenix asks, giving a small nervous chuckle.
“Well, I already said we would show up. The pacing of how we do things isn’t on my list of importance,” Miles said, confessing that he knew that Wright would agree. If the man didn’t Miles had planned on using alternate methods such as bribery and kidnapping in order for his plan to be set into motion.
“That’s so cute! You had it all planned out!” Phoenix basically squealed. “Right, I should get dressed. You can sit in my living room while I change.”
Miles nodded, walking into the apartment and immediately entering the living room. He put the flowers down on the coffee table before sitting patiently on the worn-out couch.
After a few minutes of sitting down, he heard a faint “Miles…?” coming from the bedroom.
He hummed in response. “Can I come in?”
“Sure, I kind of need help with something.” the man confessed.
Miles opened the door, looking at Phoenix Wright staring at himself in the mirror. He turned around, giving a frustrated sigh.
“I don’t know how to tie bow ties. Could you help me out?” he gave an embarrassed grin. Miles let out a sigh that sounded annoyed, yet a smile was present on his face.
“Sit on the bed,” he instructed, taking the tie from the other man. Phoenix did so, sitting down and looking up at the figure looming above him.
Miles leaned forward, delicately placing his hands on Phoenix’s collar before gently flipping it up and slowly straightening it out. He then slung the bowtie around the area where the collar was folded up, as if it were a towel around the other man’s neck.
Phoenix leaned backward slightly, looking at the sort-of concentrated look that Miles was making.
Miles crossed one side of the bow over the other, making sure it was in a good position. He then flipped one side into the little loop, making a sort of knot. He folded one side of the bow and pulled the side that was flipped into the loop over it. He pulled that piece under and through the loop he made when flipping over the part of the bow in the loop to the folded side of the bowtie. After this long and very complicated procedure (which took Edgeworth less than two minutes), Phoenix had a nice blue bowtie.
He wished it would have taken longer for Miles to tie the bow. Unfortunately, it didn’t. He would kill to see the man lean on top of him as he leaned back slightly, their faces inches from each other and about to kiss-
“I think you are ready now, yes?” Miles broke the silence, not making eye contact with Phoenix. He was slightly embarrassed at how much he liked putting his hands on and near the other man.
“Yeah! Let's kick ass and do whatever the hell else you do at a gala!” the ‘significant other’ cheered on.
“Man, that Gala was kind of boring. All they did was auction furniture as people ate and made small talk. You’re lucky I enjoy food at the Gatewater Hotel,” Phoenix said, holding a wine glass in his hands as Miles gathered his belongings. He happened to win a limited edition Steel Samurai lamp replica of the Temple of the Night. Miles hugged the statue.
“Are we both tipsy? I think I’m a lil’ bit tipsy,” Phoenix asked, pointing to Miles who was hugging his Steel Samurai lamp. Miles just nodded. “Great, because now I can say that even though this was an extremely boring event, I’m so so SO glad I got to spend it with you, as your boyfriend. I was waiting for you to ask me for so long.”
Miles froze. “I did what?”
Phoenix laughed, “Miles! You can’t just forget that! You asked me out with flowers literally today! I don’t think you’re that drunk, right?”
Miles wished he were that drunk . Maybe then he’d be able to deal with the situation. “I never even got to say what I was at your house for, Wright.”
“What? You didn’t want to ask me out?” Phoenix looked sad, like he had just had something precious ripped from him.
“I was asking for a pretend relationship, y’know?” Miles bit his lip, wishing that he and his brand new lamp could melt into the floor.
“I don’t believe it. That’s not possible,” the defense attorney shook his head. “You’re kidding, right?”
Miles Edgeworth thought about it. He thought about how much telling the truth would hurt the defense attorney. He thought about how horrible of a friend he was. He thought about how good and kind of a boyfriend Phoenix would be. He thought of all the times he caught himself staring for longer than normal, or letting that damn attorney slip into his thoughts.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t try to make jokes. I’m not very good when it comes to saying funny things,” Miles said softly, with a smile.
“So we are dating?” Phoenix asked, his eyes hopeful.
Miles sighed, smiling, “Yes Phoenix, we are.”
“OHMYGOD!” Phoenix shot out of bed with a gasp.
Miles followed, waking up and looking at the other man with a concerned look.
“It was a fake date? Am I stupid?” Phoenix groaned.
“No, don’t say that. You did something smart, which was getting me to realize that I never actually wanted to fake date you. I wanted to real date you,” Miles admitted.
“Awww, that’s so sweet! Fuck you for not just telling me. I spent the whole night thinking we had our first date together. Now I’m going to have to do that all over again with you, for real.” Phoenix gave him a fake angry glare.
Miles let out a laugh. A real, genuine laugh. He would love to have a real first date with Phoenix Wright, one where they were both aware that they were really real boyfriends.