✯ㅤyuto。

@ⓔ yuto n。 [I WANTED HIM TO BE THAT HAPPY LOVELY BOY ;; Then I'll add him to the plot when he is with them so their interactions make sense u v u AND OH MY GOSH MY WORDS DIDN'T MAKE SENSE I LOVE LOVE LOVE LONG REPLIES You aren't forcing me to stretch mine, not at all! I love replying to your posts I'm so happy to read them each time. I love 'this' mode of writing but I thought my replies would bore you ;;;;;; I'm not an expert at roleplaying but thanks to people like you I can try to improve myself. I rped with that person before who had these amazing long replies but there were only one or two spoken sentences in a sort of novella reply and I died with these replies. But with you nothing forces or stresses me because we got a great mixture of conversation and the other stuff like actions, feelings etc. Let's continue it this way and just go with the flow. Don't feel awful bby you aren't forcing me to anything and I'm not forcing myself to anything. Seriously, replying to you is so much fun and I'm not dying with this plot. Sorry for not explaining it properly ;; Just don't worry or feel awful or whatever I wouldn't send these replies if I wasn't capable of rping this way. I LOVE THIS PLOT ♥♥♥ sorry for the long ooc reply whoops I hope this one makes sense ;u;]

@ⓔ yuto n。 His breath stopped for a few seconds he almost choked on the words that didn't leave his mouth. Did Yuto really just say that without even thinking about it? “Not at all.” He hissed and looked at Hiro who hadn't understood their whispers--- what a relief. His son should be the last person on earth finding out about his father's uality. A young boy shouldn't be confronted with such complicated issues that the older male didn't even understand himself.

Hearing Yuto's words he bit his lip to stop himself from talking and revealing even more. Feeling those hands on his body again he closed his eyes trying to control his breath. Inhaling. Exhaling. Inhaling. Exhaling. He managed to calm down as Yuto held him feeling safe all of sudden--- something he had missed for years. 'I missed being held by you.' The thought ran through his mind but didn't manage to slip past his lips which locked it away like an forever untold secret. “Thank you... , I'm so sorry for crying the whole time. I'm different I'm not a crybaby--- but today had been so chaotic I don't even know what to call it.” He reflects the grin with his lips turning into a slight smile--- only for a few seconds. “Without his unconditional love and happiness I would have given up a long time ago. I'm glad that he grows up without worries and I'll try my best to give him a childhood filled with love. Hopefully he won't ask about his mother too soon... I have no idea how to explain it.” The thought itself scared him--- until now Hiroshi was happy but once he would grow older he might question all this. “Thank you, Yuto. I will take care of you as well from now on.”

Haruma separated himself from the younger male with another step as he had let go--- a safe distance from other sudden touches. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed lowly. “No, he didn't. Hiro picked them without my help.” From the corner of his eyes he watched the two other males interact smiling as he noticed Yuto's lovely treatment. “Daddy is the prettiest! But I'm also pretty and you are pretty.” Hiro chuckled happily and jumped a bit as his head got ruffled. As the doorbell rang Haru took his son's hand. “Thank you.” They walked the way to the kitchen and he examined the interior as well. Yes, this definitely looked like Yuto's style.

“Did you invite more guests?” His gaze drifted towards the bags filled with food. Due to being short on money they never ordered food neither went to way too expensive restaurants. Haru had taught himself how to cook since his son couldn't eat ramen on a daily basis like he used to still living alone. “Yes, definitely, thank you so much.” The last time he had eaten shrimps had been back home in Japan. “Of course! Daddy never eats a lot.” Hiro swayed on his chair his eyes widened excitedly as he looked at all the food in front of him. Haruma took the utensils and put the food that Hiro loved the most on his table while only taking a bit of rice and shrimp himself. He had gotten used to eating less and giving most of the food to his son. Even though he should earn enough as a choreographer the reality was different. There were a lot of bills he had to pay and at the end of the months there wasn't much left for them.

He nodded as he chewed on some rice. “Yuto, you're really kind. Don't worry about us this much. The couch would have been great as well even the ground. Everything is perfect. I owe you so much.” Haru reached for Yuto's hand beneath the table his son shouldn't see everything--- he squeezed it gently taking a bit too long before letting go. “My tummy hurts..” Hiro pouted after finishing the second plate filled with all that delicious food. The father scooped him onto his lap massaging his stomach carefully. “I'll put you in bed now, okay? Let's brush your teeth first. The pain disappears while sleeping.” He kissed the boy's head before turning to Yuto. “Could you show me the bathroom and guest bedroom, please? This bubbly boy needs to rest.”

@ⓢ miura h。 [ h IRO'S SO CUTE WHAT THE F ART. And of cOURSE IT'S ALRIGHT u w u He's your charrie bbu <333 Do whatever you like ]

For a moment, he's distracted by the suddenly bounding bundle of youth beside his ex-lover--- doelike eyes widened with confusion, suddenly alit with excitement. Yuto has never been a 'kid-friendly' type of guy and it all but bleeds from his demeanor. Imposing and prominent--- he's the sort of fellow children tend to steer away from. He finds that he doesn't mind this, though, as he's never been very keen on them anyway. But this one--- with that cherubic smile and features that are undoubtedly Haruma's--- has Yuto boding an unfamiliar desire to win him over.

Right on cue, a thunk to his head shatters his thoughts and he hisses, barely catching Haruma's remark but unable to take offense to it because it feels so damn good to have the other speak comfortably around him again. "You love this ," he murmurs with a sated smirk, shutting the door behind them and drifting forward to catch up. He's barely a foot inside and already Haruma's unraveling and , Yuto can feel the seams begin to loosen from the elder man's facade again. He listens to his story with effort, trying to process everything while also staving down the ugly prickling in his chest. "Haru--- Haru, stop," he comments softly, sparing a glance to ensure that Hiro's still running off in awe at his home before stealing the opportunity to seal the distance. His hands are on Haruma immediately, one cupping his face to soothe back the tears, the other settling at the slope of his waist to draw him forward. "You did your best... You're STILL doing your best. , who would I be to throw you out now?" He can feel his lips twitching into what he hopes is a grin that's as sincere and as weightless as the air in his lungs. "I told you to bring anything that belonged to you, and that includes the kid. He's as much under my protection as you are now." Yuto knows he'll have to wrestle with his thoughts on Haruma's ual curiosities later. In the silent lull of nightfall, he knows he'll lie awake imagining the man he once loved being so intimate with a woman--- impregnating her...

His jaw tightens just as the small child snatches his attention again, a welcomed reprieve that has him releasing the boy's father immediately as if his flesh is made of acid. "Did he?" he kneels before the boy, eyeing the bouquet in silent consideration before lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. "Makes sense... Between you and me, he's still prettier than the flowers." Just as the boy inquires about the food, the doorbell rings and Yuto all but springs back to his feet. "Food's here," he addresses Haruma this time, still batting away the haze of his active mind. "The kitchen's right down the hall. Make yourselves at home. I'll give you the grand tour after."

He dismisses himself back to the front door, operating on auto-pilot as he signs off for the bags and offers cash for the food. He doesn't even register the delivery girl's quirked brow at the bouquet still snuggled in his arms, instead shutting the door to her altogether and returning to his guests. "I've never had this with you before but--- You still like shrimp, right? I sorta got a bit of everything." He skirts an amused glance back to the boy as he rests the bouquet in the sink--- a reminder to tend to them in water later. "I'll need your help eating all this, kiddo. Think you can eat more than your Daddy?" It's odd, he admits, referring to Haruma as such but--- not entirely. Time and a little acceptance will carry him far, he's certain. He sets the plates out and begins opening the cartons, offering Haruma the utensils to make his plate before even considering his own.

"He's--- okay sleeping with you, right? I only have another guest bedroom. I cleaned it out already, no worries. It's got a good view of the city but let me know if it's too bright in the mornings." , and now he's rambling. What even are children like? Is his home even considered child-friendly? Is he supposed to 'proof' it like with babies? He pretends like his neurons aren't stumbling over each other as he shovels a clump of fried rice in his mouth.

[ tBH I'M SORRY I'M GONNA TRY SHORTENING THESE I SWEAR. This one was meant to be shorter but you said so much and dsaljfalsdfjs hARU'S ST ORY I'M. But seriously, love, pLEAse don't mirror with me. Like--- it only makes me write longer sHOT. Plus I'll feel guilty every time I reply if it seems like I'm forcing you to stretch yours out. You can give me a sentence and I swear I'll be fine with just that... When I get in 'this' mode of writing, it's so hard to backtrack esp. since it's so rare of me b ut p l ea se please don't force yourself fu ck i feel awful ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 His whole body trembled because of the nervousness he felt as they waited for the door to open. He still hadn't got any idea how Yuto would react. Maybe he would shut the door again or not even open after recognizing it trough the peephole. Those few seconds felt like hours and with each his body seemed to freak out. 'Don't panic!' He kept telling himself but it was complicated to follow his own order in a situation like this one.

As the door opened no one said anything at first as Haruma fixed his own eyes on those of Yuto waiting for some sort of reaction as gaze shifted to the young boy holding his hand. Hiroshi tried to hide behind his father's legs as the younger man stared at him. “Why does he stare at me?” The child's voice is only a mumble not meant to be heard by the stranger. “Hello, yes, it was easy rather easy to find it. Thank you.” Haruma replied his voice trembling a bit as well because of the way he felt. “I love Chinese!” A young voice behind him shouted excitedly now for everyone to hear. As they walked inside his gaze shifted over the interior--- exactly the way he had imagined Yuto's place to be like, sterile, cold, and sort of lonely. Now with the two other men this place might feel more like a home. As he heard that whisper he smacked the younger man's head with one of the bags--- only lightly but still enough to show his irritation. “.” He definitely wasn't in the position to insult the other but still he couldn't prevent himself from doing it.

Still holding the flower bouquet in his one hand Hiroshi let go of his father's one holding him to walk around the giant room. “This is so huge!” The small boy looked at every corner and examined all the furniture. “Sorry, he's really excited.” Haruma mumbled. At first he wanted to stop his son but this way he could talk with Yuto in private. “You can kick us out again--- I'm sorry that I didn't tell you in the studio.” He bit his bottom lip as his gaze shifted to the ground. “It had been a one-night stand after my parents broke off contact. I had left college for the job as a choreographer and they freaked out saying that I already ruined everything due to being gay. They thought that dancing was also only for gay guys and leaving college they had no one to take over the company later on. I questioned myself, I wanted them to be happy with me so I ended up in a nightclub trying to woo women--- and well after being heavily drunk I ended up in a hotel with Hiroshi's mother. She wanted to get rid of him after finding out that she was pregnant. She didn't want to risk her career but in the end I could convince her that I'll take care of our baby. That way I got the sole custody and became a quite young father.” Telling his story wasn't easy especially that his parents broke off contact that he failed to be a good son.

Again a few tears rolled down his eyes and he felt like a real crybaby today. “I'm sorry.. it's just not easy. Now even my home got destroyed and apart from my son everything went wrong in my life.” Actually not everything went wrong but he couldn't tell Yuto about this right now--- he couldn't tell him that after all the that had happened with his parents he still didn't regret anything that had happened with Yuto. And even though meeting him again had hurt at first he felt somehow happy that they were reunited--- that the younger male had saved him again.

“Don't feel forced to allow us to stay here. This is probably a shock for you and I really understand it. You can kick us out again, don't worry about us I'll also find another place to stay if you don't feel comfortable.” The little boy ran back to the two men tugging on Yuto's shirt. “These flowers are for you. Daddy told me to pick the most beautiful ones for his friend.” Hiroshi smiled happily as he held the flowers above his head so the man would take them. “I'm hungry. Can we eat Chinese now, daddy?”

[I KNOW I KNOW It really doesn't. IT'S STILL WEIRD NATURE DOESn'T MAKE IT POSSIBLE. It is strange and Haruma being pregnant is weird af he is a manly man after all imaging him with a bump...

THANK YOU BUT I DO ;;;; Whatever you like I'll try my best to mirror let's just go with the flow, of course you can shorten the replies! I'm dying when there are long replies without really a conversation I'm not that good at explaining feelings and such or what the room looks like or idk sometimes I really really at it that's why I skip those parts a bit in between. I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE SOMEHOW ;;;]

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@ⓔ yuto n。 [BTW is it alright when I also write what Hiro says and does? He can appear less of course after the current situation so he'll be at kindergarten or spends time with a friend and so on.]

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@ⓢ miura h。 [ SSGMNDHJK DW, HE IS HALF JOKING BBU. Tbh it makes NO sense no matter how people explain it. But like I think the theory I hear most is that in mpreg, guys have a similar reproductive system, just rewired for their male s t u ff. And the baby has to come out surgically??????? Something like that but ye no trust me it's okay, Hiro is more than enough u v u Mpreg is u h... SUPER um... strange, but I love giving the option.

And yes SSdssssnj he's lovely ;;;;;;

BUT BABY YOUR RESPONSES ARE AMAZING. THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH MUSE ISTG DON'T DOUBT YOURSELF ;; Tbh from here on in, I can shorten my responses u v u I kinda feel like we're both dying here, or maybe that's just me lolol. But really sweetie, pls, you're doing perfect ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 [IMAGINE IT TO BE YUTO'S SON THAT WOULD BE MIND BLOWING e u e i don't mind mpreg I just haven't tried it before so you would have to tell me how that works, does a womb suddenly appear..? Sorry idk how people rp that. His son will be from that one night stand but if you want to add mpreg later..... let's see where the plot takes us e u e yes please make him suffer in a good way, scream and moan e u e

Yes, it's perfect for him! AND BTW HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REPLY TO THAT MASTERPIECE YOU JUST SEND I MEAN ALL YOUR REPLIES ARE MASTERPIECES AND I ALWAYS FEAR THAT MINE TOO MUCH FOR YOURS ;;;;;]

@ⓢ miura h。 [ t IME SK IP WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~ i hope that was okay ;; ]

Yuto's a mess.

Not even his home, but Yuto, himself--- a complete cesspool of emotional destruction and deterioration at a catatonic level. He's as excited as he's terrified less and as bewildered as he is--- starving. Scurrying across the tilework, he effectively spot-cleans every inch of his penthouse for what has to be the eighth time that evening. He can't help it. Haruma's always had a vendetta against his smoking habit, and it didn't help that it was one of the few remaining joys in his life that quelled his nerves. In lieu of that, he's stuck busying himself to stave off the urge--- but every time he so much as picks up a cylindrical object, he recovers the desire to stick it in his mouth.

'I never said that I didn't want it.'

The other man's words flickered across his focus--- steering him back to the moments in the dance studio before their departure. God, what had he meant by that? The translation was clear as a summer's day but the indication behind it... what all did it imply? Is Yuto's presence truly not so deplorable to Haruma? Yuto's merciless as he stifles the hope the thought gives him with a reminder that he did just offer the man a place to rest his head. Haruma probably feels entitled to satisfy him now, ending the usual cat-and-mouse sass they were once so known for. He finds himself rather disappointed of this fact, but not because he'll miss their games...

The ring of the doorbell strikes him from his reverie and nearly knocks the mop from his hands. He dunks it back into the water, kicking the entire bucket into his closet (he'll empty it later), before steering his way through the corridors. With each step, he's attempting to mend what lingers in his facade--- ripping the rubber gloves off his hands, mussing his hair a bit until the waves fall JUST right. He knows he must look like some silly teenage girl on her way to her first prom, but he can't help himself. Haruma's never seen his home before and--- while it's usually rather spotless on the daily--- he can't pinpoint even a smidge of satisfaction in it.

Yuto doesn't even waste his time on the peephole, ripping the door open with a soft smile as he beholds the tall male before him. Naturally, his gaze skirts down the the plastic bags swinging lightly at the elder's sides--- but at that same level, he catches a shift and movement int he man's other hand and... oh. A child. Yuto's eyes remain fixed, widened as they behold the small boy peering up at him from behind a bouquet. Okay... Yuto scrapes his mind to recall if, at any instance, Haruma ever mentioned babysitting a nephew or taking in a foster kid or--- kid... a kid. HIS kid.

"Hi, I...." he begins slowly, as best as he can manage, but his gaze won't stop drifting back toward the small child. "Glad you found the place. C'mon in. I just ordered Chinese if you don't mind." He ushers them forward with an outstretched arm, curling it around the elder male's back to guide him in as he whispers. "Please tell me that isn't mine." The boy appeared a little young to have been birthed right after their last union, but Yuto didn't feel the need to take any chances. Besides, as restless lovers all those years ago, not ALL the time did they use condoms...

[ yAY FOR MPREG REFERENCES sh ot okno e u e;;; Go d thank you ;;; I just-- I don't mind switching but I reallyreallywanttomakeHarumascreamokayIjust--- w eh e e zes. He's so cute and soft, istg I've had Yuto hold back since day one.

oHMYGOD YOU THINK S O? THA N K YOU ;;;; I'M GLA D YO ULIKE IT. I wanted to purposely make it super sterile because tbh Yuto's nEVER really had company over--- much less children ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 [*tags you for the reply* yesterday tagging you didn't work ;;]

“I wouldn't call it playing the victim--- I never said that I didn't want it.” Those lips pressed against his ear--- memories flashed in front of his closed eyes. It still felt the same like it used to back then when they had lain on his bed innocently just before the passion had appeared pulling them on top of each other, sharing more than one sweet kiss. “I would have let you in but my parents--- Yes, we can talk, maybe that will help us both to understand..” Haruma didn't finish his sentences properly because of his fragmentary thoughts.

He wasn't sure if it would be okay if his life would ever be a normal one but somehow more than just a spark in his heart trusted Yuto. Maybe because he that promise seemed so sincere or maybe because those feelings he had once captured deep inside his most important muscle hadn't faded away completely yet. “Yes.. thank you so much, Yuto. Without you I had no idea where I would end up right now.” His stuff. The stuff that was actually a person, his son--- Haruma had no idea how the other male would react. He would understand it if he kicked them out again but Haru also didn't feel ready to tell him about this right now and rather show him later on.

Flinching at the touch of his hand he only feels that hot flesh holding his own not the pen sliding along his skin. It was still the same--- Haruma feeling weak around the younger man whenever he touched him. His body remembered him clearly, the only person who ever evoked all these emotions. “It's a lot that you're offering. One day I will take care of you as well, I promise.” He looked at his palm once Yuto finished writing on it. Haruma grinned playfully as he looked at the other. “You know, I also got a phone you could have used that instead of my palm.” This really improved his mood all of a sudden. He had missed this--- the innocent behavior, the happy chuckles during playful times.

“I will, it might take me some time.” First of all, he had to pick up Hiroshi and explain why they would stay somewhere else. He also needed to look for a second job so he could buy new stuff like clothes because they only got what they wore. “I don't want this to be too expensive for you, Yuto. Starting tomorrow I can cook for you I'm quite good at it so it should be tasty enough.” He walked. the short distance to the studio where he had left his bag inside. “Thank you. I will if I can't find it.”

On the street he took a deep breath trying to calm himself as he thought about that whole 'staying at Yuto's place'. Maybe the other male would ask some unpleasant questions about his past, about his son and so on. They would see each other the whole time--- how should he act in front of the man he had slept with years ago? This was such a strange situation and he had no idea how to survive this. Once he had reached the kindergarten he already saw Hiroshi pressing his nose against the window, the boy waved happily and ran to the door knowing that his father would enter there first. “Hello, my little boy.” He picked his son up who jumped into his arms happily once he was inside--- Haru loved that moment the most when he could take him home again. “Hiro, I met an old friend of mine today and he suggested to stay at his place for a while. Tonight we'll order delicious food, what do you think?” He talked to him while helping him to put on his shoes and jacket. Of course this wasn't everything that had happened but at least he didn't lie. Telling the young boy about the tragedy that happened wasn't an option--- he should be innocent and happy instead of worrying.

The young boy felt excited about staying somewhere else and Haru was glad that it had been this easy to convince him. On their way they went to a drug store--- they needed at least two toothbrushes and all that other stuff since he couldn't except Yuto to buy that as well. “Let's go to the park, maybe you can pick flowers for my friend.” This way they would be busy for a while--- he didn't want to appear too early.

Two hours later they stood in front of Yuto's door--- his heart felt like breaking free any second as he pressed the doorbell.

[YES RIGHT and sure I don't mind Yuto succeeding e u e whatever you feel comfortable with we don't have to switch bbu

THE PLACE LOOKS AMAZING IT'S EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED YUTO'S PLACE TO BE LIKE]

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✔ — ᴏᴘᴇɴ。