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There it was again.
He could feel it. It was hard not to notice it. Yuu had always been aware of his surroundings, and even more so when it came to Mika.
So, yeah, it was a little hard to ignore cerulean eyes boring into his thighs.
Yuu did try to ignore it the first few times. He simply glanced back at the TV in front of them, taking another handful of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. They were currently slumped on Mika’s couch, with Yuu laid across it and his legs draped over Mika’s lap on the other end.
The staring wasn’t immediate, either. They’re quite accustomed to lying like this whenever they watch movies together. For as long as they’ve done this, it’s second nature for Yuu to throw his legs across Mika’s lap and steal a majority of the couch. The popcorn bucket rested on his thighs in between the two of them. This was nothing out of the ordinary for Mika and Yuu.
But regardless, the feeling of Mika’s sharp blue eyes glancing towards his thighs at random intervals of the movie was not unnoticed. Yuu tried not to squirm under the attention and focused on the screen - something Mika really should be doing as well.
And just like that, his gaze returned to the TV.
Some time went by before Mika stiffly reached over to grab a handful of popcorn from the bucket, to which Yuu gently tipped towards him. He shuffled around at the bottom for a bit before retracting his hand, causing a few pieces to fall loose from his grip and roll atop Yuu’s legs. Their eyes met for a moment. Yuu jokingly shook his head at Mika, causing him to flash an apologetic smile before he attempted to pick up the stray pieces.
That was, until Mika’s hand grazed Yuu’s bare thigh. He took a sharp breath through his nose and quickly grabbed the popcorn, refusing to look at Yuu. Even in the dark, Yuu could tell his face was red and by how tight he clenched his fist, the popcorn was surely crushed to pieces by now. He quickly shoved the handful in his mouth, intent on staring at the screen in front of them.
Yuu continued to look at him, bewildered at the strange behavior. Of course, with how often they lay like this, there’s bound to be times popcorn is dropped on Yuu. He’s always laughed at it simply because it’s inevitable. So why was this time different? Was there something wrong with him today? He glanced down at his legs, bare from the pajama shorts he was wearing. He’d worn them before, but he’d never gotten this type of response from Mika until now.
Sure, his thighs were a bit on the thicker side. And maybe his pajama shorts were a bit tight on him, but they were comfortable, so he didn’t really mind. This never seemed to bother Mika in the past. Or maybe it was that he’d touched him? Considering their positions, he thought they’d evolved past this boundary.
“Sorry…” He mumbled with a frown, pushing the popcorn bucket off his lap to rest it on the couch seat in between them. He sat up and moved his legs off Mika, curling them into himself as he nestled into the corner of the arm rest.
Mika snapped back to him; his mouth opened as if he was going to say something. He quickly closed his mouth and frowned. The warmth Yuu provided was already gone and he had no one to blame but himself. He chewed his lip for a moment and turned back to the screen, deciding not to say anything and save himself from further embarrassment.
And that was the last time Yuu wore shorts.
He’d be a fool not to notice how often Mika stared at his thighs whenever he wore them. Or how he’d tense up when his hand accidentally brushed against his skin. The only logical explanation was that Mika felt uncomfortable whenever Yuu wore shorts. He wished he’d said something rather than acting strange. So, he took it upon himself to strictly wear long pants from then on. Not that he really liked it, but Yuu would do anything for Mika’s sake.
But, ever since that night, things hadn’t really been the same. Sure, Mika and Yuu still constantly hung out together and stayed over at each other’s houses but… Mika hadn’t been the same. Yuu felt, internally, that he had done something wrong. That is, why else would Mika be acting so weird?
Like the staring. The hard, awkward, staring.
Yuu couldn’t get rid of it. He started wearing jeans, sweats, joggers, anything to try and get Mika’s eyes off of him. Because why else would Mika be looking at him like that, so weirdly, so unfamiliar, unless there was something utterly wrong with him?
Some nights when he stayed over at his house, as Mika would wrap his arms around Yuu’s waist and press against him from behind, Yuu would lie awake wondering what he’d done wrong. He would go through every word, every action, every change in facial expression. Of course, a normal person would call him crazy. But this wasn’t just a normal person for Yuu. It was Mika. Mika was… someone Yuu was never supposed to lose. Never supposed to hurt. Had he done so without knowing?
The thought terrified him. And so did the thought of asking Mika.
He didn’t want Mika to think he was a hopeless, stupid, naïve boy. He didn’t want Mika to hate him. Yuu would have to figure it out himself. And so, he simply stopped wearing shorts. Maybe that would help.
Except, little to Yuu’s knowledge, the exact opposite was happening.
Mika had a little bit of an obsession.
Well, actually, maybe calling it a “little bit” was a bit of an understatement.
Let’s rephrase that. Mika had a huge obsession.
And Mika’s obsession was something he never would have thought possible. It was a normal thing he had always seen before. And of course he had seen it many times before. They’ve been friends since he could remember. Hell, they’ve even bathed together when they were kids. But this... this was different now.
Yuu was his boyfriend. Not just his friend. Or his best friend. They were dating. And it made Mika feel insane.
Mika and Yuu had always been physically affectionate with each other. They had always held hands and cuddled and sat so close that their thighs were pressed against each other.
Oh. Oh god. Just that word brought a shiver up Mika’s spine.
So, of course Mika has seen Yuu, and of course Mika loves every bit of him.
But there was just… just… he couldn’t say it. It was almost embarrassing just how badly Yuu was affecting him. And he wasn’t even doing anything! That was always the worst part. Especially because Mika knew Yuu was prone to overthinking.
Mika had seen it that night. Because Mika was an idiot and he couldn’t help himself. They had been at his house, Yuu’s long legs draped over his lap, as per usual. And Yuu was wearing those damn pajama shorts of his. You know, the type that you obviously grew out of a bit but they were loose initially anyway so now there’s…
Mika swallowed.
A slight squish.
He couldn’t help himself. Mika already tended to space out while looking at his boyfriend. His pretty, gorgeous, amazing boyfriend… god, Mika was so far gone. But the simple thought of being Yuu’s boyfriend, of Yuu being his boyfriend… it whispered and kissed a flickering heat in Mika’s gut.
Mika’s mind was not on the movie at all. It was spiraling out of control, thoughts and images pressing and pushing against his skull. And he knew Yuu could tell. Yuu may be a bit of a dummy sometimes, but Yuu was always, sometimes annoyingly, aware of Mika’s internal workings. But he couldn’t get it out of his head. Especially when they were pressed so close to him.
Mika had dragged this on long enough. Tried hard enough to pretend he wasn’t obsessed with them. But he had to face the truth at some point.
Mikaela Shindou has a debilitating, hungry, and soul sucking obsession with Yuu’s thighs.
And he was embarrassingly obvious about it too. Of course, they were sixteen, it wasn’t like Mika knew how to control his hormones around his boyfriend. No, Mika was still not over that, thank you very much.
But to see Yuu in such a way was something he had never done before. Before, Yuu was… Yuu-chan. Just Yuu-chan. The sun kissed, raven haired dork that he had known since their elementary years. But it was like the moment Yuu had become his boyfriend, the stupid part of his brain woke up and suddenly started showing Yuu in a different light.
He started noticing the smaller things. The way Yuu has a mole at the junction of his neck. The way Yuu will kick his feet in the air if Mika made him laugh hard enough. The way Yuu will lick and bite at his lip when he thinks. And… there were other things Mika was embarrassed he noticed.
He especially noticed the way Yuu’s thighs always seemed to bulge out of those stupid, lovely shorts he would wear. And it drives him insanely crazy.
But to admit such a thing? Stars, Mika couldn’t even accept it himself. And to say that to Yuu? Mika thought he’d die of embarrassment if he did.
But, that might have been the cause of his downfall.
Because that night, when Mika felt his desire reaching a tipping point, and he had touched and stared at Yuu with what he could only guess was a hungry gaze… that Yuu didn’t quite read.
Yuu had shamefully curled up on himself, letting his head rest on Mika’s shoulder instead.
Mika wanted to scream. A part of him wanted to turn to Yuu and explain everything. The other, other part of him wanted to push Yuu back against the couch and stuff his face into Yuu’s thighs. They’d probably be soft, wouldn’t they? And Yuu was always so, so warm…
Get a grip, Mikaela.
Instead of saying anything, Mika ended up staring at Yuu with wide eyes, his mouth hung open with the yearning to speak but unable to.
And it was then that his week and half of utter torture began.
Mika felt that the gods, the stars, and everything in between hated him. Because from then on, Yuu started wearing only fucking pants. And as much as Mika didn’t want to admit it, he was starting to go crazy in a not so good way this time.
And so, Mikaela Shindou devised a plan.
Yuuichirou Amane may be a bit of an idiot at times, but he was always very aware of his boyfriend. Ah, boyfriend, what a word, what a feeling. And recently, said boyfriend, was acting very strange.
It was a hot summer afternoon, and both boys were sitting outside on Mika’s porch, casually sucking on popsicles to try and cool their sweaty, overheated bodies. Yuu had even taken some hair clips and a hair tie to help Mika put his hair up and back; in an attempt to get it out of his face and cool him down, even if just a little. But, unlike Mika, Yuu still stubbornly wore pants. He was still being a bit cautious from what had happened that one night.
Are my thighs too fat? They must look ugly with the way Mika furrowed his brows at them… ugh, I don’t know. Yuu didn’t like overthinking these things, so he opted for the safer, and easier solution. At the cost of my own heat… I’m sweating bullets over here.
But, even like this, he found Mika’s gaze occasionally dropping to his legs every now and then. He would shift and squirm. He would shift and squirm under the attention because how was he supposed to not notice that?
It was just so frustrating. He thought abandoning the shorts would solve the issue wordlessly, since there’s nothing to see anymore. But the staring persisted, and he did not understand. Did the baggy pants somehow make it worse?
Yuu panted and wiped some sweat off his forehead before biting into his popsicle again. It was dwindling down to the end of the stick, and with that, his will to stay outside in these pants that mimicked a sauna was dying too.
Not to mention Mika kept side eyeing him. Yuu knew he wanted to say something, but at this point he was fucking dying from the heat to overthink it too much. Mika casually leaned back from his position, popping the popsicle from his lips and speaking quite the…weirdly nonchalant tone? Well, it sounded like it was supposed to be nonchalant.
“Hey, Yuu-chan, wouldn’t it be a good time for us to head to the beach?”
“God, fuck yes,” Yuu moaned as he threw his head back.
Mika nodded, his gaze strangely firm. He pushed. “Then, we should get our stuff and go. And change into our swim shorts…right?”
“R-Right…” Yuu awkwardly cleared his throat. “Well…I guess so. But since it’s so hot out, it’s also good to cover up so you don’t get a sunburn.”
“But Yuu-chan, that’s what sunscreen is for!” Mika…whined? Yuu’s cheeks flushed a bit, as he pulled his leg up to rest his arm against it. Mika fully turned toward Yuu, placing a hand on Yuu’s now lifted knee. “Yuu-chan, I will not allow you to overheat. Besides, wearing pants when we swim would totally feel gross, wouldn’t it?”
“True…” Yuu mumbled, swallowing hard as his gaze flitted over to the hand now very insistently resting on his knee. He clenches his jaw. “W-Well I guess I should wear them.”
Mika grinned, immediately pushing himself up and tugging at Yuu’s wrist to bring him along. “Then let’s not waste any more time and get ready!”
Yuu stared at Mika as he strangely eagerly stumbled back into the house, calling back for Yuu to follow him. His cheeks reddened, and he sighed as he followed him in. Yeah, definitely acting weird.
Mika always changed faster than Yuu did, he just didn’t care to get dolled up when they’re going to be directly under the sun and in the water. However, Yuu still cared to be presentable, even for a short time. So, in the meantime, Mika packed their lunch – definitely not as an aversion to his daydreams of Yuu finally wearing shorts after the longest time.
He’d packed them some sandwiches and a few of the pastries he’d made a few days before, knowing Yuu would be ecstatic to devour anything he’d made. It was at long last that he heard the bathroom door open. He turned around to see Yuu walk out, “Are you finally ready?”
“Ah, yeah. Sorry. I was looking for the sunglasses,” He chuckled to himself, waving said sunglasses before placing them atop his head. Unfortunately, Mika’s attention was not on the sunglasses – actually very far from them, a lot lower.
His focus was immediately on Yuu’s exposed legs.
The legs he hadn’t seen in what felt like ages. Actually, had they paled due to the lack of exposure to the sun? Ah, this just can’t be. Mika loved Yuu’s tanned skin, blessed by the sun just as warm as the boy himself. This is absolutely unacceptable, but luckily, they’re going to the beach and Yuu will most likely tan while they’re there.
He gulped and forced himself to look up, hoping Yuu didn’t notice. He smiled and grabbed the cooler, “Alright, let’s go then!”
Yuu yelped at how suddenly Mika turned away and walked out the door, moving with such impressive speed for someone holding a heavy cooler full of ice. He scrambled to grab the rest of his things and chase after Mika, “Hey! Don’t leave me!”
The drive to the beach went fine. Of course, Mikaela is a good boy. So he definitely didn’t have to resist the urge to look down and slightly to the right. To resist the urge to grab a handful of the skin exposed right next to him. Oh, he could only imagine it. Yuu-chan’s skin is so warm, even when not exposed to the sun which he jealously knew kissed his skin at every chance. He resented the sun for being allowed something like that.
Mikaela watched intently, like a starving dog being presented a piece of meat, how it flexed with every shift in the chair. It would squish. Undoubtedly so, it would squish, right?
But Mikaela is a good boy. Of course he didn’t think so much about it. He is a good guy. Absolutely so.
He kept his gaze on the road the whole drive there. He swears.
And the entire trek to their desired spot on the sand went dandy, as well. He didn’t find his eyes flickering up to see a peek of the toned legs squatting in front of him as they set up their towels. How they squished and begged to be freed from the confines they were currently trapped in. Oh, how Mikaela thought himself a savior.
No. Not at all. There is nothing that needs saving. Perhaps the only thing that needs to be saved are these traitorous eyes of his that fall time and time into the temptation.
And, honestly, he could have fooled himself with the amount of self-control he’s displayed for so long. That all went out the door, though, when Yuu handed him a bottle of sunscreen and turned around, “Do you mind helping put this on? I don’t want to burn.”
Ah. Is this how he’s repaid for behaving? What a cruel, cruel world this is.
“Of course,” Mika bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut for a moment before he opened the bottle and squirted a dollop into his palm. They’ve been to the beach together numerous times before, this is nothing new - and neither is the ramble about how harmful the sun is - but he’s clearly not in his right mind currently. He rubbed his palms together and stared at Yuu’s back, taking a deep breath, before rubbing the sunscreen into his skin.
Yuu tensed up, instinctively arching his back away from Mika’s hands, and shivered with a hiss, “It’s cold!”
“Well of course it’s cold, it’s burning out here,” Mika chuckled and tried to remain calm. The cream covered his back and shoulders in a thin white sheen. He patted Yuu’s back and stepped away, applying some over his own face.
“Alright, it’s time!” Yuu declared and marched out towards the water, leaving Mika behind at their spot. He’d already reached the water, standing where it met the land and turned, “Are you coming or what?”
Mika gulped, silently thankful Yuu was a good distance away so he couldn’t see how Mika had to prepare himself for whatever the water had in store for him.. Today was really testing him, wasn’t it? Maybe this was a bad idea. He’d just been so desperate and it came back to bite him in the ass. Oh boy…if only he was the one biting on-
Yuu had started kicking water around while he waited, deciding that Mika was taking too long for his liking. When he’d finally reached Yuu’s side, the ravenette grabbed his hand with a wide smile and dragged him right into the ocean. Water splashed around them as they fought against the large waves coming straight at them. It was pretty warm, actually.
It wasn’t long until they’d reached the deeper end. Yuu let go of his hand to take wider strokes through the water, reaching the point where their feet barely touched the sea floor. Without warning, he dunked under the water, quickly resurfacing to push his hair back out of his face. He’d worn some cute hair clips to prevent it from going everywhere, but some of the shorter strands still slipped out.
“God, the water feels so good,” Yuu sighed, looking out towards the vast ocean. The sun sat high above them, casting a glow on everything it touched. The water around them shimmered, and Yuu’s hair and skin were not excluded.
And he didn’t know what made him decide to be brave after everything he’d endured so far, but he blurted out, “It definitely beats sweating outside in long pants, yeah?”
Yuu blinked and looked at him from the side. They stared silently at each other before Yuu turned away and pointed with a sharp gasp, “Is that a dolphin??”
“Huh? Where?” Mika gasped as well, the strange tension left behind to search the waves for a fin sticking out, or maybe even a tail diving back into the depths.
In his moment of distraction, Yuu jumped onto his back with a yell, “Gotcha!!”
And if that wasn’t bad enough, Yuu’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing his sides as he tried to climb higher onto his back. Mika tensed and froze, his eyes blown wide and mouth left open in surprise. How was this fair? How was it fair that he could feel everything right against him? Every time Yuu flexed his thighs before constricting his waist tighter, trying to squeeze the last of Mika’s willpower out of him. His arms circled around Mika’s neck, pulling him backwards until they both fell under the water.
If this is how Mika dies, then he’ll gladly accept it. The news will surely say he drowned in the water, but he’d argue he was suffocated by Yuu’s thighs. Sadly, he’d be too dead to correct their mistake.
His dream come true was short-lived, though, as Yuu’s legs untangled from around him and he swam up to the surface. He couldn’t really call this freedom - he’d do anything to have Yuu’s legs wrapped around him again. Accepting that he’d have to live another day, he swam to resurface as well.
Yuu giggled when he gasped for air, “Did I surprise you?”
Mika’s face was set ablaze and it certainly wasn’t from a quick sunburn. No, this was different from the dry feeling left by the sun. He turned away from Yuu and coughed to hide his face, “I… I think we should go back to our stuff. I’m kinda hungry.”
“We literally just got here,” Yuu pouted and watched as Mika began to swim back to the shore, leaving him no choice but to follow.
“It’s kind of late in the afternoon and we haven’t eaten anything. Aren’t you hungry, too?” He tried to change the subject. While the water did feel nice, he doesn’t think he has the strength to keep swimming after such a life-changing event.
“Maybe…” Yuu trailed off, accepting defeat.
If only Mika knew that, in mere moments, he would have his second heart attack of the day. When they reached the shallow part, they both stood and shuffled their way through the waves that crashed against them. Yuu jogged ahead and that’s when it happened.
The wet swim trunks clung to Yuu’s thighs. Not loosely, no. They were plastered to his thighs and did not leave out any detail. Not how round they were, or the slight bounce they had with each step Yuu took through the sand. He was almost hypnotized. This is what he’s missed, been deprived from, for weeks. And to think, just minutes ago, those thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist, dragging him under the depths with such strength.
He struggled to avert his eyes. No matter what sand castle or cute sand sculpture they passed, his eyes darted back to Yuu’s legs without fail. He had to remind himself what he’s doing. Food. He’s got to get back to their things so he can devour Y - the pastries he packed..
Yuu opened the cooler and began unpacking everything, rationing the food on paper plates for the two of them. But now he’s sitting with his legs crossed and the shorts did not hold back nor save him any mercy. The sides have risen slightly, allowing him to see the faint tan line forming now that they’ve begun to dry off. He almost screamed right there, internally clawing at his face to just be normal . He quickly took a plate to shove his face with food. Just get through the day you can do it. Just get through the-
“Alright, bon appetit, then,” Yuu laughed, unassuming, at how quickly Mika chewed his food with a red face and averted gaze. He refused to even look at Yuu.
And unfortunately, he was unable to pay attention as well. No matter how hard he tries, it’s impossible to pull the heavenly images of Yuu’s exposed legs out of his mind. His eyes were drawn to them like a child watching their first solar eclipse. With every blink, he saw a new angle, a new detail he’d missed in his moment of surprise. Or maybe they were details his mind made up, running wild with possibilities. Yuu continues to try talking to him, only to be met with a strained hum and blank stare.
Mika couldn’t recall a majority of the rest of their time at the beach. Not the game of volleyball they’d played, or the sand castle Yuu insisted on making. Small moments passed through him in a haze. He’d been tainted by everything - the legs around him, the way the shorts clung to Yuu’s legs, the godforsaken tan line. It was too much for his starved mind. If Mika were a vampire, those luscious thighs would be his blood.
At long last, they finally piled everything back into Mika’s car, ready to go home. He doesn’t know how he managed, but he drove back without his eyes leaving the road once. Maybe he could blame it on having such a long and exciting day, but deep down he knows he’s lost a bit of sanity. Maybe all of it. They brought everything inside and, like the gentleman he is, he allowed Yuu to get changed into more comfortable clothes first.
He didn’t think there was any possible way to drag him out of this trance. That was, until Yuu stepped out of the bathroom with those godforsaken sweatpants on once again.
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Not after everything he’d gone through today - no. This gift couldn’t be hidden from him once again. If God existed, he had made those thighs for Mika to see, and like hell if he wouldn’t be able to see them! He sank to the floor in front of Yuu, his hands sliding down those horrid pants, and sobbed, “No!! Yuu-chan, don’t do this to meee!!”
Yuu paused in the doorway, his eyes blown wide at the strange display in front of him, “Wha - Mika?? What are you talking about??”
“Please! Take the sweatpants off, put the shorts back on! I miss your thi- I mean your legs so badly, I can’t take it anymore!” He wailed, his hands pressed together, as if praying for mercy. “PLEASEEEE!”
Yuu was flabbergasted. Never had he seen Mika so… pathetic. I mean, to be begging about something like this? His cheeks reddened, and he sputtered. “W-Why? Why do you care so much?”
Mika starts to tug at the cloth, his chest heaving. He sees a second waistband, before glancing up at him. “Are you wearing shorts underneath?”
“Wha-”
“Too slow.”
And with that, Mika tore off the spawn of satan. Yuu shrieked, squirming as the sheer force makes him fall to the ground and as he was fucking stripped by him? He fumbled. “I-I thought you hated seeing my legs?!”
Mika immediately freezes. His eyes wide, jaw slack as he stared at the quivering green eyed boy below him. He looked back down, and slowly slid the pants off. There, in all its glory, were those beautiful, tanned thighs. As he stared at them, he admitted defeat.
He pulled the pants as far down as he could, before diving in and resting the side of his face against Yuu’s inner thigh. Ah, how warm it was. How much it felt like home. (Don’t mind the fact Mika’s face has literally never been here before. Unless he were to carry Yuu on his shoulders? Fuck, Mikaela get your mind straight.) With tears in his eyes, each molecule full of shame, and desire, he whispered. “Yuu-chan, I think I have a thing for your thighs.”
Mika watched with bated breath as Yuu blinked down at him, waiting for him to process the sentence. And he knew when he did. For his face burst into a beautiful red rose. “Y-You WHAT?”
Mika nodded solemnly, pressing his cheek further against the flesh so he could feel the squish he had been fantasizing about. “Yeah… I know. It’s actually called crurophilia! The whole ‘having a thing for your thighs’ is, I mean.”
Yuu gawked at the blonde as all the puzzle pieces started falling into place. “So…the staring? It wasn’t because you thought it was weird? Or gross? It was because you were-”
“Actively fantasizing about the things I could do to those thighs? Absolutely.” Mika chirped, as if he didn’t reveal the thing that had been driving him insane these past few weeks. The Beach Incident is a whole other story. That was one to go down in history. His Roman Empire.
Mika’s hand slides up the side of Yuu’s currently unoccupied thigh, pushing it to rest against his other cheek. “Now, Yuu-chan, please suffocate me and end my misery. I’ll be able to die a happy and fulfilled life.”
And Yuu does squeeze his thighs together, and Mika experiences true bliss… before a hand comes down and smacks him hard on the head.
Oh well, he’ll come around to it eventually.