[ Katsura should know better and expect Sakamoto to respond the way that he did.. but come to think of it, Katsura has only witnessed Sakamoto with his forward advances at the hostess club— he's a little surprised ( and maybe insulted ) that Sakamoto hasn't done anything more forward to him yet. Did it mean he wasn't pretty enough? Zura's mind was really an enigma and even the people closest to him couldn't figure him out sometimes.
He was such a fussy creature. Even now, the affection Sakamoto is giving him makes his face slowly change color to a reddish hue again and he looks appalled. How dare. How dare he do something like this that makes Katsura feel warm inside when he didn't give him permission to do that.
See? He is a fussy creature. He likes it, he's embarrassed he likes it, and he wants it to stop unless he says so.
So, maybe granting part of Sakamoto's wishes, Katsura's hand balls into a fist and he clocks one right in Sakamoto's apparently horrendous nose that doesn't meet Katsura's what-the-hell-ever standards before dropping his hand to his lap. It was a pretty.. masculine kind of response and it causes Katsura to cough and clear his throat in an over exaggerated, lady-like fashion. Nothing male to see here. ]
I said, don't put your hands on me yet. [ Yet, he says. There is hope. ]
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He was such a fussy creature. Even now, the affection Sakamoto is giving him makes his face slowly change color to a reddish hue again and he looks appalled. How dare. How dare he do something like this that makes Katsura feel warm inside when he didn't give him permission to do that.
See? He is a fussy creature. He likes it, he's embarrassed he likes it, and he wants it to stop unless he says so.
So, maybe granting part of Sakamoto's wishes, Katsura's hand balls into a fist and he clocks one right in Sakamoto's apparently horrendous nose that doesn't meet Katsura's what-the-hell-ever standards before dropping his hand to his lap. It was a pretty.. masculine kind of response and it causes Katsura to cough and clear his throat in an over exaggerated, lady-like fashion. Nothing male to see here. ]
I said, don't put your hands on me yet.
[ Yet, he says. There is hope. ]