showyousomethingnice | every little thing (Reo, Mayuzumi)

Reo doesn't make a habit of drinking. Aside from the numerous obvious reasons, booze comes with a ton of hidden calories and Reo is meticulous about his diet; he's allowed treats, yes, but most of his calorie consumption has to be from things that fuel him as an athlete and help maintain his body at its athletic peak.

But it's not every day that Mayuzumi-senpai turns up at Reo's door of his own volition, and he does it even less often with an illicit bottle of wine tucked under his arm (even that, Reo realizes with startled amusement as he all but pulls his senpai into his room, isn't enough to get him noticed), and one must take advantage of opportunities as they arise.

He even brought glasses. They're plastic, unglamorous but sensible, and more than Reo keeps in his spotless dorm room.

Under his other arm was the inevitable light novel, which Reo doesn't give much attention to until the wine is about half gone.

"Were you going to sit outside and read if I wasn't here?" he asks with a little laugh, reaching over to pick the book up for closer inspection. He might not bother normally - he prefers poetry, classic novels, reading with a little bit more depth than the shallowest of kiddie pools - but the cover catches his eye. He wouldn't have thought Mayuzumi the magical girl type.

Reo himself has never been much for any kind of genre entertainment, but how could he possibly miss the appeal of being able to change into a gorgeous outfit with a simple catchphrase? Too bad the rest of it all is so boring.

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When Mayuzumi wakes the next morning it isn't because he wants to. He's comfortable and it's quiet, which is great because he has a headache. He wouldn't exactly call it hungover, though admittedly it's pretty close. There's an uncomfortable draft that makes him grope blindly for the blanket; once he has it, he wastes no time in rolling over to wrap it around himself and settle back into a doze.

He doesn't realize the picture he makes: hair tousled in a way only having someone's hands in it can manage, black thigh highs still miraculously where Reo had fastened them and bare ass to the world where the stolen blanket didn't cover.

Reo was comfortable and drowsily content, despite the nausea making itself known and the headache pressing at his temples.

Now he is awake and cold. And naked. He turns over indignantly to find out why this is, and possibly be quite loud in his objections, but.

Well. What meets his eyes is even more distracting than the rush of memories it triggers. He contemplates the view for a moment, thinking about the pictures he took last night and evaluating how much less likely a sober Mayuzumi is to be pleased about such a thing than the drunk one was, then decides to take the risk and reaches for his phone.

The distinct click of a simulated shutter sounds a few seconds later.

Mayuzumi's eye cracks open at the sound, but it still takes him a moment to recall why he's not in his own bedroom. Glancing in Reo's direction, his expression settles into the familiar territory of irritated, dead-eyed staring.

"You did not just do that."

Not even Reo's own exposure is enough to distract him from being grumpy when he realizes he has no idea how many photos of him like this were taken last night. Okay, maybe it is a little distracting. He definitely still has the taste of something that isn't wine in his mouth, and he lets his eyes trail down toward Reo's lap with a glimmer of interest.

"You stole the blanket," Reo says primly. "You can consider that the price you pay."

Because: rude.

Normally, Reo would be full of anxiety over being seen in his just-awoken state by someone else - hair a mess, face unwashed, and in this case, unbrushed morning mouth after a night of drinking, ugh - but Mayuzumi's interested glance forestalls that at least for now. Instead he smiles, pleased, and even opts to put off getting a robe.

For the moment. He's still cold.

(Though not cold enough to impact Mayuzumi's view.)

Perhaps having Mayuzumi's eyes wander over him with that same interest will warm him somewhat. The corner of his lip twitches in amusement and he looks away, turning his head a moment. Then he's rolling over, away from Reo and there's the click of a shutter from his own phone—whipped out from under the pillow to snap his own photo of Reo in all his morning glory.

That little smile is definitely a smirk now.

"Actually, I believe you still owe me at least two more of these if we're going to be talking debts to be paid."

Unless Reo managed to get more than three photos of him like this. Admittedly, some of the night was a little fuzzy; he isn't sure whether or not he'd imagined that sound when he'd been... otherwise occupied.

Give yourself some credit, Mayuzumi. Reo was entirely too preoccupied to even remember that cameras existed at that particular point in the evening, let alone how to use one.

He makes a strangled noise when Mayuzumi takes his picture, hands flying to his hair.

"Ugh! At least wait until I'm presentable! I look awful when I first wake up!"

He hastens out of bed to grab a robe to wrap around himself, grimacing when he catches his reflection in the mirror. Being on the verge of hungover isn't doing him any favors, as far as he's concerned: along with everything else that needs fixing, he's also pale. Why Mayuzumi would even want his picture right now, he has no idea. He grabs his brush and starts putting it to use.

"You look like you had a good night."

Looking very satisfied with himself, Mayuzumi saves the photo along with the others from the night before. His eyebrow quirks upward as he goes back to look at those, even taking a moment to glance down at his legs and pluck at one of the thigh garters.

He vividly remembers Reo putting these on him, the tights in particular. It's a shame he hadn't gotten a picture of that.]

"I look like I couldn't even be bothered to wash my face before I went to bed." Reo glares at his reflection, muttering, "Disgusting."

Fortunately, he has everything he needs to fix that. There are no private bathrooms in Rakuzan, and, in the face of not being able to spend a private half hour in the bathroom after his shower to make himself decent, Reo had to get a bit creative. He keeps his toiletries in his room, complete with a large stock of lovely facial wipes that are almost (but not quite) better than warm water and the cleanser he swears by at home.

There isn't much he wants to do to his hair before a shower other than brush it and get it at least tidy, if not overly flattering, so he finishes that in short order and starts on his face, becoming visibly calmer as he wipes yesterday's dirt away and is reassured that his negligence did no permanent damage.

He's not especially excited about doing any of this with an audience - it's different from the curtailed version of his regimen he goes through after practice - but at least Mayuzumi seems more interested in his phone and, hm. Yes.

"You can keep those," he says casually. "They don't fit me half as well as they do you."

Personally, Mayuzumi thinks they had much more interesting things to do the night before than indulge Reo's obsession with his face. It may look like he's smirking at something on his phone, but he's actually remembering licking up a mess that had dribbled down Reo's chin at one point during the night.

"Is that your way of saying you think I'll be wearing them again?" He holds back the snort, just barely. They both know the only reason he was wearing them at all is because Reo took advantage of his being drunk enough to go along with it. Speculatively, Mayuzumi stretches one leg out in the air in front of him to examine. If he didn't know any better, he could almost pretend it belonged to someone else.

There isn't much point in going through the rest of his facial regimen when he's going to be showering soon, but Reo starts it anyway; the familiarity of it, the sense of control over his looks, calm his rattled nerves.

He smiles at Mayuzumi in the mirror.

"It's my way of saying I hope you will."

every little thing (Reo, Mayuzumi)

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