damned_institute | DAY 37: MEN'S SHOWERS (4th Shift)

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DAY 37: MEN'S SHOWERS (4th Shift)

There had been an awkward air left between him and Tyki after their conversation. Yuuri knew he wasn't the best at explaining much of anything, and for the tenth time he wondered why Murata wasn't here to answer the difficult questions for him. Everyone had been herded out of the cafeteria after that, and Yuuri had simply followed along in confusion as he headed towards the showers.

Yuuri still hadn't seen Wolfram yet and the young Maou was wondering if the blonde Mazoku was alright. Stretching his head up higher, Yuuri attempted to look over the heads of the other patients around him in an attempt to catch sight of Wolfram. Unfortunately, though, he was unsuccessful.

"Where are you, Wolfram?" He muttered to himself while stepping under the shower's spray. Maybe a shower would help clear his mind.

[Waiting for Wolfram]

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Wolfram had to stop himself from sighing loudly. As it was, he exhaled a bit louder than normal. "And I'm not even close to ninety. Yuuri... I don't understand why age and gender is such a big deal on Earth. Can't... Can't it just be enough that I love you and want to be there for you?"

He resisted the urge to look down at his fiance's beautiful body. After all, he didn't need to have anyone calling him a pervert on top of a pedophile along with everything else.

He wasn't expecting this to go in his favor at all. He'd be more than surprised if Yuuri didn't avoid him for a while after this. But he was tired of just ignoring the whole thing. His patience was slowly getting thinner, and he didn't have much to begin with.

This conversation was going from bad to worse, and Yuuri guiltily began wishing that the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. Why did they have to talk about this subject now? He was far too young to consider such things like marriage.

Glancing to the side, Yuuri rubbed the tip of his nose in a nervous gesture as he muttered. "Well it's not, mostly, depending on where you live." His words trailed off after a moment and the hand that was scratch the tip of his nose threw itself back to rub the back of his head. "Ahh well you can do those things without getting married, right?"

Trying to regain his composure, Yuuri crossed his arms over his bear chest as he peered at Wolfram. "What's gotten into you Wolfram?"

Wait... was Yuuri talking about what Wolfram thought he was talking about? His innocent Yuuri?

His cheeks turned an amazing shade of bright red, and he took a cautious step backwards, a bit embarrassed now. His voice also dropped to barely above a whisper. "Yuuri... That's not proper. I wouldn't do anything like that until our wedding night."

Although it would be kind of nice. But he promised himself he would be good, so he stopped that particular train of thought before it could run away on him.

"Of course, with you being the Maou you could always do as you pleased..." Still blushing, he found a chipped tile on the wall to stare at. Yes, it was a very interesting spot, really.

"Eh?! Do what?" Yuuri urgently asked as Wolfram turned bright red and stepped away. What on Earth would Wolfram be getting all upset ove-- Yuuri's thoughts slammed to a complete and utter halt when the answer was given to him. Flailing his limbs up in a wild gesture, a bright red hue also spread over Yuuri's cheeks as he spluttered.

"No no no, oh god no. I wasn't meaning that at all!"

He was suddenly reminded that they were both very naked while having this conversation. Talk about awkward. He'd never be able to look Wolfram in the face again. Ahh why did these things always have to happen to him?

"Ahh well I think I'm right about done with my shower." Yuuri suddenly announced - the red hue still dominant on his face - as he grinned awkwardly and shut off the water. The fact that there were still suds on parts of his body didn't matter to Yuuri, all that mattered was finding his towel and clothing and getting as far away from this conversation as possible.

"Don't forget to wash behind your ears, Wolfram." He suggested while beginning to walk by Wolfram.

Okay, now Yuuri was going to leave if he didn't stop him. Wolfram reacted almost on instinct, reaching forward to grab Yuuri's arm to pull him back to the shower.

"Yuuri, wait."

Trying to force his own embarrassment to the back of his mind, Wolfram somehow managed to just barely stay calm as he looked into his fiance's eyes.

"We... don't have to do any of that kind of stuff until you're ready, I promise. But... would you at least consider it? The getting married part. I'm sure out of all the people here there's someone who's a priest or something, and..."

He squeezed Yuuri's arm tighter before letting go. It was so frustrating, because somehow he just couldn't seem to get across how much his king meant to him.

Yuuri inwardly cursed his luck when a hand clasped around his arm to pull him back. Any protests were shut off at Wolfram's words as a frown appeared on his brows. He didn't think he'd ever be ready for anything like that - not for a long time anyway. Hell he hadn't even finished school yet.

The red hue remained on Yuuri's cheeks until it was established that Wolfram was meaning the whole 'marriage' thing. That was some small relief, to say the least, but he still found it difficult trying to imagine himself getting married to Wolfram, to anyone for that matter. He still considered himself way too young for that.

He couldn't help but laugh awkwardly at the situation. "I'll think about it, but I don't think I'm anywhere near ready for such a thing yet, Wolfram. I mean, I haven't even finished school yet."

"Hmph," Wolfram looked away finally, deciding to give Yuuri a little bit more space. He knew he was demanding a lot, but he just wanted the Maou to at least try and understand where he was coming from.

"Just try and keep an open mind about it. For me."

Perhaps it was time to steer the conversation in a safer direction, or else Yuuri might really run away from him the next time. "Have you heard any new information at all, anything useful or clues about getting out?"

"I.. I s-suppose." Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yuuri eventually managed a feeble nod before his nervous laugh returned with a vengeance. Yuuri had never felt as relieved as he did now when Wolfram finally changed the topic.

Scratching at his chin in thought, Yuuri took a moment to think over the day. What had he heard? He had heard that he sucked at explaining things (he didn't think he was that bad), and... and... Yuuri's shoulder's visually slumped in defeat when it appeared that he hadn't heard anything other than that.

"Ahh sorry, Wolfram," Grinning sheepishly over at the blonde Mazoku, Yuuri muttered. "I haven't heard anything useful today."

Wolfram did something rather un-Wolfram-like.... and smiled at him, just a little. He'd long since finished washing, but the water was warm and he didn't want Yuuri to abandon him just yet.

"You don't have to apologize. I was just wondering. We'll find something useful together soon, right? Maybe even tonight."

The awkwardness Yuuri was feeling moments ago vanished as he caught sight of Wolfram's smile. The gesture easily put him at ease, and he felt himself relax and return the smile with one of his own.

"Ah," Yuuri sounded in agreement as he nodded his head. He still hadn't given up on saving everyone from the institution, but up until now, he'd been so distracted with so many other things that he couldn't focus on what was important. "I have no doubt that we will Wolfram."

Seeing Yuuri relax helped, and Wolfram took another step to close the gap in-between, to the point where they were close to touching. It was an innocent gesture, though, and the next question he asked was hopeful.

"Can I wash your back for you? It might be a while before we can be clean again..."

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