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The original reason for my exploration of Ryuuichi's closet was to find some supposed "evidence" he had to hold over my head; I was convinced that he had managed to snap pictures of me at the attorney Christmas party where I'd had not enough coffee to my vodka. I'd ended up waking the next morning with a skull-splitting headache and no visor. After fumbling around for a while, I managed to awaken Ryuuichi with my colorful language when I'd tripped over a sofa-chair and fallen flat on my face. He wasn't able to find my visor for me until much later in the afternoon of that day - apparently Reiji had the drunken impression that it gave the wearer the power to shoot lasers out of their eyes, so he'd taken it home with him. I'd had to spend the entire day lounging around at Ryuuichi's law office while the tiny Ayasato girl, Harumi, poked and prodded at me and offered me cookies. She even brought me a mug of coffee after she finally realized that I was, in fact, blind and could not fetch it for myself.
I am still not sure how I ended up with Ryuuichi after that night.
Anyways, I was certain that this "evidence" was sure to be mortifying photographs of some kind, and I was determined to find them before the bastard made too many copies. It was during this thorough search that I discovered a sweatshirt buried in the back of his closet, emblazoned with a large heart and the letters R, Y, U. Baffled, I couldn't help but drag it out of the corner and confront Ryuuichi with it. I was unable to deduce the color, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was pink. When he saw the sweater, his eyes seemed to lose some of their light for a moment before his ears and cheeks tinged darker from embarrassment.
Why the hell would he wear something that basically proclaims "I love myself?" Particularly nonsensical, even for Ryuuichi.
He refused to tell me where he got it from, which I found even stranger.
He strangled helpless sentence after helpless sentence before I suddenly found myself being shoved outside, the door shutting with a ringing bang behind me. I could only stare blankly at the sweater still in my hands for many minutes before slowly making my way home.
The next day, Ryuuichi approached me in the courtroom lobby, ashamed and full of apologies. When he asked me if I could return his sweater, I told him I'd tossed it out on my way home since I was so pissed at being kicked out. He seemed to be a little disheartened, but he told me he forgave me.
The mysterious "<3 Ryu" sweater has become an addition in my closet. For some reason, I can't seem to really throw it away.
Photo manip of fanart. =>_>=
I am still not sure how I ended up with Ryuuichi after that night.
Anyways, I was certain that this "evidence" was sure to be mortifying photographs of some kind, and I was determined to find them before the bastard made too many copies. It was during this thorough search that I discovered a sweatshirt buried in the back of his closet, emblazoned with a large heart and the letters R, Y, U. Baffled, I couldn't help but drag it out of the corner and confront Ryuuichi with it. I was unable to deduce the color, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was pink. When he saw the sweater, his eyes seemed to lose some of their light for a moment before his ears and cheeks tinged darker from embarrassment.
Why the hell would he wear something that basically proclaims "I love myself?" Particularly nonsensical, even for Ryuuichi.
He refused to tell me where he got it from, which I found even stranger.
He strangled helpless sentence after helpless sentence before I suddenly found myself being shoved outside, the door shutting with a ringing bang behind me. I could only stare blankly at the sweater still in my hands for many minutes before slowly making my way home.
The next day, Ryuuichi approached me in the courtroom lobby, ashamed and full of apologies. When he asked me if I could return his sweater, I told him I'd tossed it out on my way home since I was so pissed at being kicked out. He seemed to be a little disheartened, but he told me he forgave me.
The mysterious "<3 Ryu" sweater has become an addition in my closet. For some reason, I can't seem to really throw it away.
Photo manip of fanart. =>_>=