”I saw you wiping your eyes.”

Yuichi flinched, spinning to see Takashi looking smug and slightly amused. “What—how dare you accuse—“ He turned back to the counter, turning off the faucet with damp hands.

“You teared up.”

“I did no such thing.” Yuichi protested indignantly, waving a finger, splashing water droplets on the shorter man’s lapels.

Takashi chuckled to himself and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“I was jealous.” Yuichi murmured.

“Yeah, that happens.”

“Really jealous.”

“Nn.”

“When will we get that?” There was more force in Yuichi’s voice than he’d anticipated and more emotion than Takashi had heard in a while.

“Soon enough, or maybe never.” His reply was quiet, and Yuichi frowned. “I, for one, hope for the former, though.”

“I guess you can only hope.”

“’Only’, indeed.”

(So, it's supposed to be write after the ceremony and I don't know much about the ceremony but it's just some flash fiction. XD;;; Sorry. I'm not one for sexytiems with these two today for some reason.)
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