i wrote one paragraph of fan fiction. thats good enough, right? don’t read this if you know me irl, i’ll die.
Steel Ball Run - Restaurant AU
Sweat slid down Gyro’s long, slender neck, further dampening the high collar of his chef’s uniform. He puffed out a short breath and groaned softly, hating the way his undershirt stuck to his skin. The thin cotton fabric irritated him, both in concept and form. When I was the owner, he recalled callously, I wore whatever the fuck I wanted. Only days ago had Gyro comfortably prepared meals in a loose tank top. The uniform now required by the new owner, while traditional for a chef, turned Gyro’s torso into a sauna—his olive skin slick with sweat and steaming under the layers of fabric.