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It was sunday again, and like how most things started, Hifumi was bored. Seriously! It was a problem he faced every single Sunday. After upping his alcohol intolerance, he no longer had to waste most of it half-dead from a hungover and the rest by doing chores, well the chores part was still there, but it took him, like, an hour tops to finish it now when he's not in critical condition. And even if he had spare time, there was always something he could do with Doppo, go on an outing, watch a movie etc etc. You know, fun stuff!
But now, because he had woken up at the ripe hour of 7AM and hadn't been able to go back to sleep, he had to face the consequences of finding out himself what to do on his own because Doppo would be sleeping for atleast another four hours before he'd even be close to the land of the living. An extreme inconvenience, it was, and he didn't want to face it doomscrolling for five hours either!
He flops himself across atop the sofa face down and contemplates.
"Aaaaaaghhhh..." he vents to the ghost of Doppo's presence in hopes that it will subconsciously lead to him waking up and actually doing something. Sadly it doesn't, so Hifumi has to resort to his own resources instead, and after digging around in his own clothes while simultaneously struggling to not fall of the sofa because he refuses to change position, he finds it.
His trusty, reliable phone, from which he pulls out of his sweatpants' pocket.
Alright, he knows he has told himself that he absolutely cannot be doomscrolling, but this really is his best bet on finding something! As he searches through Instagram, he repeats a constant mantra of don't get distracted don't get distracted in hopes of locking in and not accidentally getting trapped in the fugue-state, dopamine haze that the internet is. He is but a true man looking for inspiration, nothing more!
It takes him about twenty minutes until Hifumu actually finds a hit, and by that he means accidentally doing the grave mistake of going down the loophole his for you page is and busying himself with trending content, because like, what else is he meant to do? But but but! It's when he sees one of those influencer street-interview type videos that inspiration strikes him hard in the chest about halfway through the video where he snaps out of his half-zoned out state and takes to notice the girl's clothing on the screen. A bright mesh of colours, that's for sure, with possibly every colour on the light spectrum individually collected on each bead, sticker, hairclip and whatnot. His eyes hurt a bit by looking at the fit, but he was also mesmerised, his eyes shining in awe.
He hadn't even realised people were just.. allowed to do all that! These people were free of society's judgement, weren't bound to any rules or so and following their own creativity and interests instead. Hifumi found that... sortof admirable. So, he looks at the tags in hopes that this very kind creator will be the founder of his newfound productivity.
"Decora...kei...?" He says aloud, testing the words in his mouth. It feels right.
He shifts onto his back, his arms getting numb from the awkward-but-oddly-releaving position, and reshifts himself to a posture more readily focused and attentive.
For further information, he clicks on the tags, which lead him unsurprisingly to an even brighter range of hues adorning people. Each scroll takes him to a new world, get-ready videos, outings, tips and tutorials, getting-unready videos, story-time videos and many more. After a swift ten minutes of studying this newly breached style of fashion, Hifumi decides himself to be appropriately knowledgeful enough of this and even more sure of his next decision.
He stands up readily and prepares himself to get changed.
It's time to go shopping.
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All in all, after catching a quick train to Harajuku, the experience the experience had mostly gone smoothly. Mostly, because he had definitely nearly been caught by some eyeing girls on the train, but thankfully they didn't have the courage to actually walk up to him. Either that, or with him stiffly clenching the handlebar for dear life above him and his hoodie being up it made them doubt if it was really the Hifumi. Nevertheless, as soon as the doors had opened, he had made a dash for it, leaving the possibility never to come.
He sat down onto the sofa, placing his bag beside him and melting into the sofa's confines. The bustling city that Harajuku was made sure that there were plenty of shops for you to visit, that's for sure. Not that he minded! It was super, super fun walking around an area he hadn't been in in a while. A new change of scenery! Yes, that's what it was, Hifumi was getting himself out there.
Checking his phone, he notes that it was now getting around to midday, or should he say to Doppo actually waking up. Finally, finally! He could see him and show what wonderful things he had bought and discovered. Strangely, he's not really sure on what Doppo's judgement may be on the new take on style, just a positive one is all he hopes for.
Well, duh! He's not going to actually say something mean (his anxiety could never) but Doppo's never really been much for doing stuff that makes them stand out really, or atleast much more than they already do, and Hifumi's plan is kiiiinda going against that. So, he'll just have to wait and see.
It feels sortof exhilirating now that he's thinking about it.. as if he were about to reveal a new deep, dark hidden side of himself. Silly Hifumi, it's only your old friend Doppo! No matter what he says, he'll take it in stride. Probably. Definitely.
He hears the sound of sluggish footsteps creaking across the floorboards from not so far ahead. Ah, he should probably make breakfast, or something like that considering it technically isn't morning anymore.
Hifumi will definitely tell him, after sortof breakfast, definitely!
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He loves a good surprise, so of course he told Doppo he had a special something to share, and effectively made him wait the hour of preparing and eating the food made until he actually got to see just what he was on about. Although, he did have to assure him that it wasn't anything bad, or scary (Hifumi doesn't know why for this one), or stressful or blahblahblah, but that was probably on him for not expecting this reaction.
It's Doppo, who was he without worrying! Aha, though maybe Hifumi was a bit needlessly dramatic about it, as always, he didn't regret it. It was nice to something finally exciting haplen for once, get out of that stupid cycle he knows Doppo's company is especially good at enforcing.
He excitedly pulls Doppo's hand towards their bedroom, fingers clutched tightly around his.
"Just tell me what it is already."
"Nope~ ya gotta wait fair and square like everyone else!"
"Who is everyone else..?"
"Like, everyone on earth, y'know? Have you never waited for something before?" He tsks a couple of times disapprovingly. "Impatient Doppo-chin, you should try it sometime, like now! Don't worry though, I won't be keeping you too long anyways, I think."
"I- I- I'm the impatient one?! Don't even get me started on the amount of times you text me during work to come home wen you know i can't- ugh, and what do you mean you think?" Doppo says, exasparatedly. Whoops, Hifumi must've accidentally struck a nerve. Issue cleanup protocol!
"I'm joking, I'm joking, chill~ You're a super patient guy for realsies!" Hifumi responds, smiling a bit too wide for it to be apologetically. He also pats Doppo's back a couple of times for good measure.
Doppo only grumbles in response, but says no more.
"Anyways, look what I got!"
Hifumi opens the bag widely, enough to allow a clear view of everything inside; hundreds of little hair-clip ranging from shapes to sanrio characters, rings, bracelets, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, foundation (only because he was running low) and most of all stickers, which he is especially excited to use. He's pretty sure it all looks like a glittery pastel mess to Doppo, who only inspects the items with a blank stare, so he should probably explain before he comes to some bizarre conclusion himself.
"We're tryin' out a new style. I found people online who were dressed extra cute, so I thought like, we should too!"
"You want us to put all of that on? That's insane! And that makeup looks really bright.."
"Duh! That's how you're meant to do it, or else you'd just be putting a few clips on and looking like everyone else!" He says, admonishingly.
"And.. and you want to do this why?"
"To look cute! And I'm super bored."
Doppo doesn't seem so satisfied with his answer, and nervously shifts his eyes between Hifumi and the bag in his hands. Wuh oh, he's definitely got something not so nice in his mind.
He puts his finger on his lips, chewing it slightly in worry, "I don't get what part about dressing up a full grown adult can make me look. Cute. I already look like a mess everyday, this will probably just make it look even worse, and it'd only bring attention to a loser like me who's trying to act like some teenager even though he barely has his life together even as an adult and-"
"Shhh, sh sh sh~" Says Hifumi, tapping his finger against Doppo's lips in a hushing manner while also stopping the torment in his own finger "First of all, rude! I'm doing this too, y'know? And second, it's a team effort, so it's not like it's just you doing it. I'll pretty myself up too! Besides, it can be just for home, not like we'll be going outside with it or anything." He says ernestly, maintaining eye-contact throughout it all as if persuading him through some psuedo-hypnotism, or maybe just to proove he's for realsies. It could be either, but it works as Hifumi finds Doppo fidgeting less and eyebrows less furrowed.
"...It'll just be for inside?" Ah, so that's the part that convinced him. Good thinking on Hifumi! And like, it's not like he was joking about it either, knowing himself he'd definitely be constantly fretting about having lost a precious item or too in the bustling city Shinjuku was.
"Yuppers!"
"Um.." Doppo still looks torn between himself, not quite having defeated the lingering anxiety that seems to stay persistent. Hmmm, Hifumi will only have to push a little more, or help really.
"And we totally don't have to do it again if you don't like it. I mean, I might, but I wanna try with you just 'cuz you never know you might end up loving it! But it's still fine even if you don't." He assuages.
Hifumi's consideration must be enough, as he finally gets a somewhat shaky, "Alright."
"Yay!" Hifumi beams, and pulls him down the corridor.
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"Did we really have to do this in the bathroom? It's so cramped in here..." Doppo says, sat on the bathub with his eyes closed while Hifumi dabs something he says is called setting powder on his face.
He doesn't mind it so far, it doesn't feel as pervasive as he first thought it would, just ticklish if anything. Hifumi sure seems to be enjoying himself from how he sounds, though he can't be too sure of it since he's been banned from opening his eyes until the 'look' is fully done. All this talk has him pretty curious too now, Hifumi hasn't even shown him the style he was going to do in his excitement. So, he's listing prayers in his head in the meantime while Hifumi is too concentrated to talk.
Hifumi sets the brush down, and digs around in the makeup bag for something else. "Yeah, bathrooms always have the best lighting, Doppo-chin. It's why I always spend like an hour in there before my shift." He replies, palette now in hand.
"Oh."
Doppo was half expecting some embarassing reply back, but he ends up surprised at the calmness given to him instead. He suspects that whatever thing he has mapped out in his head has really kept him busy, and somehow more patient too.
"Kaykay, Doppochin open your eyes one sec, but don't even dare look towards that mirror! I needa see which colour will match your eyes." He threatens.
Doppo feels his face warm a bit at that, luckily it's hidden from the foundation just applied. Even though it's for something as normal as makeup, he's a bit embarassed at how thoughtout Hifumi is making it. As long as he didn't look like a hot mess, Doppo would honestly be grateful for about anything that would hide his usual tired, messy appearance.
He blinks his eyes open, mightily avoiding his reflection, and is greeted by Hifumi's smiling face, and possibly an eyeshadow pallete held. For the comparing, he assumes. Hifumi dabs a couple shades on the back of his hand, then holds it up near Doppo's waiting eyes, makes a hmmm noise then at some point makes his decision.
When Hifumi instructs him to close his eyes, the breath he hadn't known was held releases, and he feels his hands unclench his pants a but less. He's had practice holding eye-contact with seniors who insist on installing their authority everytime Doppo is scolded, but for some reason the feeling is more unbearable when his heart squeezes tight, tight, tight, and he sees Hifumi's glowing, lovely eyes focused on him of all things.
The brush, a different size he notes, is felt against Doppo's face once more, and the time is lost to the ambience of electricity and short conversation.
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Hifumi is now perched himself in front of the tall bathroom mirror, hands working swiftly with deft precision. He's probably used to working on his own face rather than someone elses, the only difference is that he takes longer.
Unfairly, he'd been told to wait even more after Hifumi got the idea that It'd look sooo much better if we revealed ourselves at the same time, cuz like, we're doing it together and stuff. And it's a fun surprise anyways. Doppo is evermore glad that Hifumi never changes, and has thus been able to train his patience for moments like these.
Though, he does feel around his face. In fleeting touches more, in fear of ruining makeup, but as far as he can feel it's just the dry smoothness of the powder set in his skin and the heavy weight that has taken hostage of his fringe, feeling like a curtain of acrylic and plastic. He's definitely not used to it, and is close to disliking the sensation, but he stuffs those thoughts down back to the drain his pessimissm has always flown from. For now, he'll put up with it. For Hifumi.
"Doppochin, Doppochin, come heeeeeeeere I'm done now~" Hifumi beckons him over with a motion of his hand.
Doppo stands up with a huff and takes his place beside the space Hifumi has kindly left for him on his left. He takes a look and oh god is he taken aback.
It's as if he's transformed; his skin looks like it was based on porcelain, the clips nake him look unbelievably childish (and cute? Possibly?), his eyes somehow look five times bigger even though they don't feel any different at all, and- and it's really uncanny seeing his own face without his drab eyebags. His coworkers had offhandedly mentioned that he could look a bit brighter if he used concealer everynow and then. Now faced with his full potential, he wonders if he could ever give it a go.
But then he also remembers how he can barely get up and make himself presentable every morning. Hell, he's pretty sure he's constantly tiptoeing that line of presentable every day, and that the only reason his stupid, old Boss doesn't mention it is because he has other more important things to yell at him about. It's worthless to think that someone like him could remember something so tedious every morning while he constantly has to forge what little motivation he has to not hurl himself down the stairs down the train station because that's all he'd deserve especially after being si selfish after all this- after all these years-
Doppo catches himself, and notices his expression had started to tighten. He attempts to relax the muscles in his face and decides he simply should focus on something else.
Right. As always, he has Hifumi.
Out of the corner of his eye he had saw what he was assuming was Hifumi doing a little touch-up on his face even though he said he was finished. Something about his eyeliner, he heard him mumble, but Doppo takes a good luck at him and-
And-
Eeeh...?
Is the first thought he has, not much of a word, but fitting considering the rush of emotion that had just flown threw him and subtly wrecked his worldview.
He looks so...
Eeehhh..??!!
Doppo inhales, definitely about to say something embarassing, but his throat tightens up and his entire face glows a deep cherry red, which no amount if makeup could hide. It felt as if all the blood had rushed into his head in the span of three seconds, and he gets so lightheaded for a second that he worries that Jakurai may have to pay an unexpected visit, and catch then in all of their colourful glory. Because Doppo would rather not pass out in the bathroom sink (and also because he'd have to kill himself out of embarassment), he luckily doesn't have to deal with that today, rather the new piece of information and feelings he had just learned instead.
The makeup's pretty much the exact same style to what Doppo already has on, yet it is up to no debate that it fits his face shape, style and his entire life really just way, way more. The highlighter adds a shimner that has him enchanted, cheeks so eye-burnungly soft and pink that he will be very upset if he is not able to bite or pinch them in the next hour - because he is still a patient man - and the gloss on his lip is definitely doing something bad to his brain.
Cuteness agression, it's allegedly called, a feeling he had never much experienced until now thanks to Hifumi. Or some equivalent version of that, as the slow heating up of his body has his suspicion that it's less innocent as that phrase sounds. For Hifumi, it was never unusual for him to bring something unexpected each day, but it was getting a bit much now. It's just that- all he can say is, Hifumi looks really, really, reaaaally cute and he's honestly just about considering his life worth and value while standing next to this man. It keeps dwindling down, so on and so...
"Can I.. gh..." Doppo starts, just about trembling. "Can I k-kiss you?"
Hifumi's heard turns quickly, eyes slightly wide out of shock. Doppo knows it's a bit weird to ask aloud when most of the time he goes straight in, but with their typical situation he's worried if like, the makeup would get worried, or that Hifumi might just not want to, even.
Instead Hifumi smiles brightly, and cups Doppo's cheeks tightly - almost squeezing. Hifumi will no doubt end up with glitter on his hands and face. It is a sacrafice he is willing to take. He leans his face closer and closer, until he can feel warm breath fanning weakly on his face, and also receive a real personal inspection.
"Of course, you dummy. Why you gotta ask?" Hifumi says against his lips, then he presses them together.
Deeply and slowly, Doppo is embraced with a thick, mellow heat, as if Hifumi is transferring all of his love and warmth to him through spit. Though Doppo welcomes him with no less energy and pushes back fervently. He feels Hifumi's insistence, and opens his mouth, allowing himself to be devoured with tongues sliding across another slick and passionate.
It's satisfying, comfortable, yet no less enjoyable, the inside of Hifumi's mouth being a place Doppo is much familiar with. Similar to a home you've grown up in, spent years in and will never grow tired of, Doppo aspires to make Hifumi his home. He basically already is, from the years they spent beside eachother.
He notices at some point that he has his back to the wall, now quite a distance away from the sink, with Hifumi comfortably pressed up against him. A stable, grounding pressure, while also being cushioned up against all the right places. It gently stokes the heat swelling in his stomach, caressing it into strength. Then, with the painful accompaniment of a burning in his lungs, he also notices how long they've been like this. With a few nudges, he motions for Hifumi to pull back.
A gasp of air, and Doppo finally takes a deep breath in, panting heavily against Hifumi's waiting mouth, who is also in a similar state. He thinks he can still see the spit connecting their mouths together. Cute.
Hifumi's lip gloss is also smudged a bit around his lips, sparkling in the white overhead lights. Cuuute.
Doppo finds himself wanting to ruin it even more.
This time Doppo is the one to initiate, and he does so much harder by pulling on his collar this time, clutching tight and secure, as if afraid to let go. Even though Hifumi was already straddling him, it enables a false sense of being even closer. Doppo twists his hand, shifting Hifumi impossibly nearer, and he feels and hears a whimper in response. The vibrations turn him on, and he hopes he'll be able to bring more noise out of him.
They pull back, and Hifumi's eyes sparkle with an idea behind them behind a hazy cloud of lust.
"W-wan' more..." Hifumi slurs, wiping of drool. Before Doppi has a chance to ask, he continues.
"Can jus'... do it here. C'moooon" he whines out, and punctuates his sentence through pressing his thighs harder around Doppo's legs. This happens to also make contact with the tent in his boxers he had suddenly come to be aware of.
"Does it have to be h-here..? We could just- hnngh!" A firmer push. "Stop! We really should-" Another push, that lasts a little longer, but has Doppo gasping under Hifumi's clutches. His eyes are shut in slight overstimulation, but he can picture the exact horny yet satisfied face he'd wear.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Doppo-chin- ah, we can clean it up later." He grits out.
Doppo's hips involuntarily push back, chasing the pleasure and release coiled just beneath his skin. By this point, they're both humping eachother leaned on the tile wall and equally as much of a mess. Hifumi's drawn out moans only bring him closer to his brink, and Doppo kisses him to swallow all of his lovely sounds.
He pulls, "If we keep doing this, I'm g-gonna- i-i-in my pants-" he tries to warn, urgently.
In response, Hifumi palms him, seemingly ignoring his proclamation.
"Shhhh, I got you. Aah, it's okay. You can let go now." He says in Doppo's ear, continuosly palming him. And like that, Doppo burries his head in the base of his neck, and completely falls apart.
He feels Hifumi cling onto him just as hard, and at some point he must have come too, because by the time Doppo comes to, they've both stopped moving.
Dazedly he stares at Hifumi, collapsed in his arms, and he wonders why he'd want to be anywhere else.