[ He should tell him. He really should. This is ridiculous. Katsura knows he is a master of disguise, but Sakamoto is somebody that knows him so well— how is it going to take him to notice? Will he notice him at all?
Katsura's heart has been broken, but not in the same way that Sakamoto is thinking. His heart broke the most when he saw that familiar blade kiss the neck of his teacher and send him to his assumed grave. Katsura wasn't so easily open when it came to romance, though he often dreamed of being swept off of his feet by somebody.. it just never really happened. Not even with Ikumatsu, who is still immensely dear to him— it just wasn't what he exactly wanted.
Though, the sorrow in Sakamoto's face is almost unbearable. Maybe Katsura could do something to make him feel comforted without Sakamoto knowing it was him. Didn't Sakamoto prefer women? Maybe it wouldn't matter, but maybe he could do something to bring some kind of glint of joy into Sakamoto's eyes again. Zura concludes he will try to keep his identity hidden for as long as possible until Sakamoto finds out.
.. Oh. He wants to buy him something? Katsura will definitely take that. Though, he plays the role, voice sounding a bit more effeminate: ]
Green curry. [ Zura replies, then reaches over to the menu to press his finger against the menu. His hands looked so elegant and well done— Katsura used make up to cover up some stray scars there. He was that detailed with his disguises to be that convincing.
A woman of few words, it seems, Sakamoto. You know, shy and cute. That's the impression he gave off. Katsura recoils his hands, lifting his palms and sleeves towards his face in a reserved manner. ]
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Katsura's heart has been broken, but not in the same way that Sakamoto is thinking. His heart broke the most when he saw that familiar blade kiss the neck of his teacher and send him to his assumed grave. Katsura wasn't so easily open when it came to romance, though he often dreamed of being swept off of his feet by somebody.. it just never really happened. Not even with Ikumatsu, who is still immensely dear to him— it just wasn't what he exactly wanted.
Though, the sorrow in Sakamoto's face is almost unbearable. Maybe Katsura could do something to make him feel comforted without Sakamoto knowing it was him. Didn't Sakamoto prefer women? Maybe it wouldn't matter, but maybe he could do something to bring some kind of glint of joy into Sakamoto's eyes again. Zura concludes he will try to keep his identity hidden for as long as possible until Sakamoto finds out.
.. Oh. He wants to buy him something? Katsura will definitely take that. Though, he plays the role, voice sounding a bit more effeminate: ]
Green curry.
[ Zura replies, then reaches over to the menu to press his finger against the menu. His hands looked so elegant and well done— Katsura used make up to cover up some stray scars there. He was that detailed with his disguises to be that convincing.
A woman of few words, it seems, Sakamoto. You know, shy and cute. That's the impression he gave off.
Katsura recoils his hands, lifting his palms and sleeves towards his face in a reserved manner. ]