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.
