[ It's so.. sweet that Sakamoto is being like this and saying such sincere things to him before. He's sure that Tatsuma has said things similar to this in the past, but something about it seems so pure to Zura. With Gintoki gone, it felt so bizarre to not have that person to cling to.
It's selfish.
Katsura usually isn't selfish for the things that matter; usually it's just because he is getting ignored or something materialistic. His heart is the size of a planet when it comes to assuring that other people's needs have been met before him. But here, he finds himself wavering about— unsure of what to do or where to go. It's funny; he didn't realize how much he had missed and yearned for Sakamoto's company until tonight.
He keeps his palm on Sakamoto's cheek before he dips his head down and gives Sakamoto a very chaste, brief kiss. It's there, right on the lips and it happens so quick, but when he pulls away, he is smiling again. ]
I feel the same way about you— no matter how weird you are. You're precious. [ Zura pats him on the cheek before dropping his hand. Both of his hands do shift to pull the yukata around his front. His lips remained curled in a pressed smile, even if his face is on fire right now. As he closes his yukata up, he feels the need to apologize. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He just felt happy right now— an emotion he hasn't felt in weeks. ]
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It's selfish.
Katsura usually isn't selfish for the things that matter; usually it's just because he is getting ignored or something materialistic. His heart is the size of a planet when it comes to assuring that other people's needs have been met before him. But here, he finds himself wavering about— unsure of what to do or where to go. It's funny; he didn't realize how much he had missed and yearned for Sakamoto's company until tonight.
He keeps his palm on Sakamoto's cheek before he dips his head down and gives Sakamoto a very chaste, brief kiss. It's there, right on the lips and it happens so quick, but when he pulls away, he is smiling again. ]
I feel the same way about you— no matter how weird you are. You're precious.
[ Zura pats him on the cheek before dropping his hand. Both of his hands do shift to pull the yukata around his front. His lips remained curled in a pressed smile, even if his face is on fire right now. As he closes his yukata up, he feels the need to apologize. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He just felt happy right now— an emotion he hasn't felt in weeks. ]
It's entirely too late.