The Inner Workings of a Chibi.
hajimeat:
“ 【腐】完二 | Limc
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Damnit backside, just… stop feeding the muses I don’t even ship these two! At least I thought I didn’t. Clearly that’s a lie.
Here’s a short headcanon. Here we go I hope you’re happy!
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They kiss the way boys and girls...

hajimeat:

【腐】完二 | Limc

Damnit backside, just… stop feeding the muses I don’t even ship these two!  At least I thought I didn’t.  Clearly that’s a lie.  

Here’s a short headcanon.  Here we go I hope you’re happy!

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They kiss the way boys and girls kiss.  Souji, leaning close to him, hand at the nap of Kanji’s neck.  The wig has fallen off, lost on the floor somewhere next to Kanji’s heeled shoe – the other still dangles around his foot.  The dress is drenched with wrinkles, showing teasing glimpses of the strong muscles that whisper beneath the silk fabric.  Souji wants his hands all over that smooth skin, but that will come in time.  

Kanji has already begun to unbutton his senpai’s shirt, stopping when he feels the boy’s hand against his leg.  The skirt of his dress is pushed upwards, Souji’s fingers running along his thigh before it rests at his side.  

And now it’s no longer the sweetness of a boy and girl kiss.  It’s something deeper, hotter, something that only men can share.  The passion is building and it makes their hearts pound, something that makes it hard to breathe.  Kanji feels like he’s running out of air, but breathing’s overrated, especially when senpai’s tongue is caressing the inside of his mouth.  He knows he’s blushing – always has around senpai, always will – but the hardness that’s pressed between his legs is a clear sign that Souji enjoys the flushed look on his face.  

Still, again, that will come in time.  

Now is about the kissing, the raw emotion that’s silently spoken between them: the man in uniform and his lady in white.

A headcanon, if you please :)
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He finds them in the back of Kanji’s closet, of all places. Stylish, and oh so very yellow, like bright flowers on a perfect springtime day. Kanji is standing there, blushing more shades of red than Souji’s ever seen...

A headcanon, if you please  :)

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He finds them in the back of Kanji’s closet, of all places.  Stylish, and oh so very yellow, like bright flowers on a perfect springtime day.  Kanji is standing there, blushing more shades of red than Souji’s ever seen before.  The taller boy speaks, or rather, he stutters out some sort of response, “T-they… I-I mean…” then he balls up his fists and decides that being loud is the logical route, “It ain’t what you think!”

Souji takes it in stride, having gotten use to Kanji’s aggressive dialect long ago.  He pulls the heels out and examines them, turning them in his hands. There’s a hint of some scuffing on one of them, a spec of dirt on the other. These have been worn before and they’re slightly stretched out, the owner’s feet a touch bit too large for the ladies footwear.

Kanji’s still stuttering, balled fists shaking, “… I just… t-that pageant, and…” then he stops.  There’s no point to try and explain.  Senpai is much too smart and will see right through it.  So he just stands there and waits to see what he’ll say and do. 

The last thing he expects is for Souji to set the shoes on the floor, pull off his socks, and slowly step into them.  Kanji just stares, mouth hanging open as his senpai takes a couple of test steps.  It’s a lot harder than girls make it look and his legs are shaking, but he keeps walking, heels tapping at the floor in seductive little waves that makes Kanji’s face flush for a completely different reason.  

“They’re nice,” Souji says, voice soft and understanding, as always.  He smiles at Kanji as he starts to get the hang of it, long legs more confident as he moves.  There’s even a playful swing of his hips that silently calls the Kanji, but he’s too busy staring to actually respond.  Souji seems to feel the boy’s eyes on him and he stops, the sweet smile shifting into something a bit sexier.  He leans towards Kanji, speaking again, “What do you think?”

“I… I think you’re fuckin’ crazy,” he whispers.

“And I think you’re ‘fuckin’ turned on.”

Kanji decides that if there are any regrets to be had later he’ll just blame the heels.

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Urm… so good morning, everyone!  That’s what came to mind when I saw this lovely picture  ^^;;;  Sorry it stops before it gets to the good stuff, but there’s no “Read More” cut with reblogging and I like to put that stuff behind a cut.  It’s actually the first – no, second – time I’ve written Souji and Kanji, it’s not a pairing I’ve really explored much of but hey, you gotta listen to your muses  ^^