[Yukio tried not to let the comment bother him. He knows how it's usually supposed to go, and though he doesn't have a problem with the change in the line, the comment of a married couple... it still makes him feel something in the pit of his stomach.
That feeling only grows into a pleasant burst of warmth at the kiss. It's the smallest bit of a touch, a brush against his lips, but it makes Yukio's skin tingle and his eyes widen in shock. He... feels so strange... he waves it off as frustration with this whole charade.
He pulls his hands away and then walks out, a bit faster than he was supposed to, but he doesn't want to stay in this mockery of a ceremony any longer. He just wants to get out...
When he does leave the auditorium, however, he realizes he has no idea where to go now. He has no choice but to wait for his... husband.]
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That feeling only grows into a pleasant burst of warmth at the kiss. It's the smallest bit of a touch, a brush against his lips, but it makes Yukio's skin tingle and his eyes widen in shock. He... feels so strange... he waves it off as frustration with this whole charade.
He pulls his hands away and then walks out, a bit faster than he was supposed to, but he doesn't want to stay in this mockery of a ceremony any longer. He just wants to get out...
When he does leave the auditorium, however, he realizes he has no idea where to go now. He has no choice but to wait for his... husband.]