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naegi rolls a nat 20 on seduction

how could he let this happen?
togami?
really?
sure, he never really had the best taste in potential romantic partners- (that much he could admit,) but he had standards, god damn it!

well, he liked to think he had standards, anyways.

makoto naegi strode down the second-floor hallway of Hope's Peak Academy, heading for the library. he had told hagakure that he was going to get a book to read- although he just wanted a chance to chat with byakuya, if he was really being honest with himself. heh- kind of pathetic, wasn't it?

soon, he arrived at his destination, taking a small moment to smooth his hair and compose himself.
for good measure, he checked his appearance in the reflection of one of the many metal panels covering the windows of the school.

alright, here we go.

casually, he opened up the door to the library, walking in and taking a seat near the heir. byakuya, whilst visibly annoyed with this interruption to his reading, uttered a simple hello, and returned to his book without another word. yeah, he expected as much.

after a moment, makoto suddenly registered that, wait, was togami wearing a t-shirt?
whilst that wouldn't be out of the ordinary for any normal person, seeing a person like him wearing such clothing was surprising.

but dear god, was it cute as anything.

somehow, just seeing him wearing that simple article of clothing did absolutely awful, filthy things to his thoughts.
how desperately he wanted to slide his hands under byakuya's shirt, trace every inch of his torso, line his stomach with kisses, hear the blonde moan and squirm beneath him-
jesus christ, makoto. keep it together, it's just a t-shirt.
he averted his eyes, but not before togami noticed his staring.

"and what exactly, may i ask, are you looking at?"

shit.

answering his own question, he quickly followed up with,

"just because i'm wearing this- thing, doesn't mean i've sunk down to your level. i simply didn't have any better clean clothes to put on for the time being."

as if to torture makoto further, byakuya stretched, arms up in the air, exposing a small bit of his stomach as the shirt lifted with him.
dear god, he could die right now.

"i would appreciate it if you ceased staring." he said harshly.

the frizzy-haired brunette jolted back to reality. "Yea-yeah- right, of course."
a couple more minutes passed by, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that makoto was still sneaking glances at the taller boy, silently fantasizing.

byakuya sighed exasperatedly.
"you keep looking at me. why?"

a light blush crept across makoto's face at the question.
maybe because you're so goddamn handsome, and all i wanna do right now is fuck you senseless over this desk?
"i dunno- i'm just uh- spaced out, s' all."

"yes, and i assume 'spacing out' involves you giving me bedroom eyes every four seconds?"

oh fuck.

"er- i, um, that wasn't- i wasn't-"
great response there, makoto, now your crush thinks your a total perv. way to go.

it was at this moment makoto saw the slight ghosting of pink coming over togami's cheeks. he couldn't possibly- could he?

"yes, of course, my mistake."
the sarcasm in that sentence was not even remotely subtle.

they sat in silence for awhile. togami, despite his apparent disliking for naegi's glances, almost seemed to be trying to get a reaction out of the shorter male. every once in a while, he'd put a hand up his shirt, and scratch his chest just a little too slowly, or he'd let out quiet groans while stretching that sounded borderline sexual.
It was just makoto's imagination, right?
right.
jesus christ almighty. he really was a pervert.

and then he noticed the well- for lack of a better word- tent in byakuya's pants.
needless to say, the brunette goddamn lost it.