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Cutest Smut

CUTEST SMUT

Smut is great. And, to go hand in hand, kink is good. Angst is good, romance is good, sexy sexy sexy is grand, the whole nine yards. Some days, though, you just want to play adorable smut - where "cute" wins out over smoldering sexiness - and nothing else will scratch the itch. Whether it be a first time, canoodling between lovers, an awkward rendezvous, friends to more, someone learning the ropes, an attempt at showing true feelings, amusing "messing around," or anything your mind can come up with, the only rule is that things must be absolutely cute...at face value or in a twisted way.

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Somehow, whatever had happened to make him end up over a thousand years in the future (probably something a xian had done) had at least made him capable of understanding and speaking (a broken) Japanese, so since he was not in China any more, that helped. That and these rebel people. Well, they were better than the Yellow Turban rebels, at least. Much better. And he could agree with their cause.

It was weirder to find yourself fond of another guy. Not that it was much of an issue, lots of great men had male lovers, but Zhao Yun had never expected himself to like some other guy. Sure, when Zhao Yun had suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar place with lots of weird things, Haru had been one of those who hung around the place where he was made to hide, so he had seen him fairly regularly.

It frustrated him that he couldn't do anything (he pretty much only knew how to fight) but he could at least go out during the night if he was careful, and he could avoid people well enough. It wasn't that often he saw Haru out alone at night when there was no group meeting, though. ]

What are you doing?

[ Haru really didn't want to get close to others. How Zhao Yun got there he had no idea, and neither did the others, the official members of the resistance. He hadn't really liked the guy at the start. But then again, Haru rarely liked anyone and even his best friend Touya annoyed the hell out of him most days. He would never admit out loud that Touya was his friend though, much less his best friend.

He had been annoying, but he had grown on him, and then he ended up liking him. He wouldn't say that out loud though, no way. Even if there was no way for him to drag Zhao Yun down since he wasn't even a student at school, so it wasn't like he could be seen by anyone who wasn't a resistance member.

He looked up. ]

Drawing.

[ At least liking Haru made more sense than liking the other members of the resistance. For example Touya was more annoying than Haru, because he was loud and boisterous. But he did fight for a good cause and that mattered. It was because of that that Zhao Yun forced himself to bear with Zhang Bao - even if he did hate his guts.

And people who didn't know how to fight didn't really bother him all that much, instead making his protective streak appear. He did fight for the sake of the well-being of the people of China, and just because he was in an unfamiliar place and time, he wasn't going to stop fighting to make things better for others. ]

Outside at night?

No-one's here.

[ Which was how Haru liked it. And outside, at least no one could lock him in anywhere, like other students loved to do when he was alone in the art classroom. He'd spent many nights unable to leave that room, only to be yelled at by teachers when they came to prepare for the first class. It was tiring, but Haru had refused to let it get to him or make him stop going there on his own.

It was, however, necessary to just be outside and sketch where no one would lock him in once in a while. ]

Yeah, I know.

[ He can sense that there's no one besides them here, after all. He's honed his senses to be able to do that, he's hones a lot of battle skills to be able to compete with people who has recieved the xian's boons. ]

[ Haru doesn't really say much more, he just picks his pen back up to draw a little longer.

It was getting cold though, and he sneezed. ]

[ He keeps his gaze more on the drawings than on Haru (remembering when he was a child who doodled with the brush instead of practicing his calligraphy) and even the other boys hands looks cold. ]

You're not dressed for the temperature, [ he points out. Zhao Yun has been in the mountains a lot, and since he comes from the far north parts of China, he is not unused to harsh cold. Clearly it's different to the people on this island, but from what he knows, they have been stuck here for a while. ]

...I'll just be out for a little longer.

[ He knows he's not dressed in enough clothes right now. But... He didn't want to go back to his room just yet.

Maybe the resistance base was empty now. ]

[ It had not been entirely empty when Zhao Yun left, but those present were mostly loitering about preparing to leave. He would not be surprised to find them all gone once he returned. ]

You won't be able to continue drawing if you ruin your fingers.

[ It's not... exactly concern. Well, it is, but he wouldn't say so. He has noticed that Haru likes to draw. ]

...Fine.

[ He doesn't want to ruin his fingers. If he can't draw, he doesn't know what he would do with himself. Drawing is his coping mechanism. He needs it. ]

[ With a firm nod as a "good" to Haru's agreeing to go indoors, he turned to head toward the base. He expects that Haru will follow him. ]

[ Well, fine. With a huff Haru puts his pen away and close the pad. And then he just follows. ]

[ Good.

As Zhao Yun isn't the talkative type most of the time, the walk with be in silence unless Haru initiates conversation. ]

[ Haru isn't one to speak very much either, so they walk there without a word. Haru makes sure that no one is there before they head inside. ]

[ As long as there were no women it would be fine even if there were a few stragglers.. But he won't complain upon finding it empty. ]

[ No, people being around would have been bad. He couldn't out the Resistance's hiding place, even if Haru himself wasn't a member.

He went into the back, and sat down on a could, putting his sketch book on the table in front of him to warm his hands. ]

[ They could be dealt with one way or the other. Though less people around did make things easier.

Zhao Yun wasn't very good at being a caring person, he was awkward with those kind of things, but he knew that tea could help, so he goes to search the cabinets for some, and to boil some water with the weird electrical water pot. ]

[ It was only weird for one of them, and depending on how long he stayed, it might stop to be. Though honestly, if Haru could have left he would have, but there was no other alternative than to stay until he graduated.

He blows on his hands, watching Zhao Yun do his thing. ]

[ Then he might notice that he's still not entirely used to this sort of machinery. He's still trying to figure out how exactly the thing works, for example. ]

[ Haru doesn't really care if he manages to do it or not. He's not going to get any help from him, he doesn't know how to show people how to do things. ]

[ And Zhao Yun prefers to handle things on his own, anyway.

But after a while he manages to figure out how to work things and after he’s done boiling the tea, he wordlessly offers a cup to Haru. ]

[ He accepts it, the cup warming his fingers until they're tingling.

He blows on it, not wanting to burn himself. Hopefully he's better at making tea than Touya. ]

[ Zhao Yun might be better at fighting than anything else that he's good at - he is the strongest swordsman in his region, after all - but he did cook his own food and tea since he refused to eat what the Yellow Turbans made, since it was made on ingredients stolen from their murder victims. He's not bad at it. He makes a cup for himself as well, and after a few moments sits down a seat over in the couch. ]

[ Haru starts to sip on it, scalding his tongue at first, so he keeps his mouth open to try and get it to stop being sore. ]

Haru Igarashi | zettai kaikyuu gakuen | m/m or femdom.

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