He'd Look So Good-WAIT DELETE IT - YuRua
Pairing: Harua × Yuma
Trope: Accidental Thirsty Confession / Group Chat Implosion / Slow Burn Suddenly On Fire
unhinged, no-recovery accidental confession?
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"he'd look so good under me omg 😩💞💥💘💀"
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The photo was innocent enough.
Yuma sitting cross-legged on the floor in a black tank top, sipping a smoothie, hair slightly messy from practice.
But to Harua, it was not innocent.
It was criminal.
It was dangerous.
It was screenshot-worthy.
Which is exactly what he did.
And then, as if possessed by a very stupid love-drunk demon, he opened his camera roll, selected the photo, and sent it—to his private vent chat. His sacred "I'm down bad for Yuma" diary space.
Except he didn't.
He sent it to the &TEAM group chat.
Caption and all.
Harua: [🖼️ Yuma.jpg]
"he'd look so good under me omg 😩💞💥💘💀"
It was over.
Everything.
His dignity. His soul. His will to live.
Harua stared at his screen, horrified. The photo. The caption. The emoji combo.
All sent.
To the ENTIRE GROUP.
Nicholas: OH
Jo: OH MY GOD
Maki: OH MY 👀
Taki: I'M SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW
Fuma: I— under you??
K: someone explain or i'm jumping out the window
EJ: harua. harua. you have two seconds to hide
Yuma: ...
Harua screamed. Out loud. Into his blanket. Repeatedly.
He tried to delete it.
Too late.
Yuma had seen it.
And wasn't replying.
Which was somehow WORSE than yelling.
Harua: I'M SO SORRY
Harua: THAT WAS FOR MYSELF
Harua: I MEANT MY DIARY
Harua: I MEANT A DIFFERENT DIMENSION
Harua: I'M MOVING TO NEPTUNE GOODBYE
Meanwhile, Yuma... was still processing.
He sat in the living room with his smoothie still in hand. Staring at the screen.
At his own face.
With hearts. And "he'd look so good under me."
Yuma blinked.
And smiled.
A very slow, dangerous smile.
Yuma: bold of you to assume i wouldn't look good on top too
Taki: I'M LEAVING THE CHAT
Jo: I JUST CHOKED ON MY TEA
Nicholas: yuma you CANNOT just say that
Maki: no actually he can. and SHOULD
Fuma: grabs popcorn
K: everyone shut up i'm trying to meditate
EJ: this is not the leadership training i signed up for
Harua's Brain: Blue Screen of Death
He lay face down on his bed, clutching his pillow like it might teleport him into the void.
Yuma flirted back.
Yuma. Flirted. Back.
Harua's entire "deny, deflect, disintegrate" defense system collapsed.
And then his phone buzzed again.
Yuma (private chat):
"hey. wanna talk? or do you want me to just show you how good i'd look under you instead?"
Harua squeaked.
SQUEAKED.
He typed back, hands shaking like he was defusing a bomb with glitter glue.
Harua: please never say that again
Harua: also yes. talk. please. talk
Harua: before i ascend from shame
🧍♂️ Ten Minutes Later – In The Kitchen
Harua crept in like a man awaiting judgment.
Yuma leaned against the counter, smoothie long gone, a smug little smile playing on his lips.
"You good?" he asked casually.
"I've never been less good in my life."
Yuma chuckled. "Wasn't expecting that today, but... not mad about it."
Harua stared at him. "You're too calm."
"I've seen your diary captions in your eyes for a while."
"You WHAT?"
Yuma took a step forward. "You look at me like I'm the last good thing on earth. I just wasn't sure you'd ever say it."
"I wasn't supposed to! That was supposed to stay in my brain and rot with all my other dumb feelings."
Yuma leaned in, so close Harua could feel his breath.
"Well, now I know. And since you're so down bad... you owe me a date."
Harua blinked. "Wait, you actually—?"
"I've liked you since you wore those glasses during practice and got mad because they fogged up and you blamed the air itself."
Harua went silent.
Then: "...Okay that was pretty cute of me."
"You're cute a lot. I just never said it."
They both stared.
Then Harua whispered, "Do I still get to keep the photo?"
Yuma grinned. "Only if I get to take one of you next."
💬 Meanwhile in the Group Chat
Jo: i demand live updates
Taki: ARE THEY CUDDLING YET
Maki: they better be or i'm writing fanfic
Fuma: too late i already started chapter one
Nicholas: titled it "Under You: The Haruma Chronicles"
K: i would like to leave this timeline
EJ: i'm deleting this app
🫶 The End
(aka: "Be Careful Where You Send Your Thirst Traps, But Also Maybe Don't.")
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