tweetfic idek. send help. I was thinking of things.


it wasn't like he is into guys. yamada knows he isn't stereotypically straight (then again, he grew up in johnny's and straight was probably the furthest thing everyone is in the company). he wasn't gay, he doesn't check out guys all the time. he appreciates boobs, butts, and legs. if he was asked if he wants to hold or wants to be held, yamada would answer he wants to hold. it was politically correct, and not that far away from the fact.

it was politically correct, but there was an exception. the thought of being held by non-other than nakajima yuto plague his mind. maybe it was the legs that looks really good in jeans. or that ass. it led yamada to constantly question his sexuality. the thought of those strong arms, trained by playing the drums, wrapping around him as they cuddle. those lips pressing soft kisses onto his skin. rough finger tips, due to playing the guitar, gliding across his chest.

"ah, how doomed am I?" curling up on himself, he aimed the waddle of tissue into the bin.

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