[ Katsura's gaze follows Sakamoto as he shifts, feeling his hand slide to his other arm and gripping there idly, appearing rather shy for a moment. His blush dies down, slowly draining out of his cheeks as a more natural color takes place. Sakamoto makes a comment about looking good together and it only brought that weird feeling of uncertainty to spread over his stomach and then flood into his heart.
What did this make them?
He doesn't say anything and just watches Sakamoto as he goes to the shower. He wants to bathe too, but it's too late; he's so tired. Once his friend is preoccupied with the shower, he goes ahead and steadily makes his way out of the bathroom, bringing his hand to his mouth and nipping on one of his knuckles.
This happened with Takasugi, and nothing happened.
Takasugi, though, seemed to be absent from most kind of emotions— it was hard to know what all such a damaged soul could feel anymore. Sakamoto, though, was fragile in some ways— and bursting with emotion. Some he showed the world and some he concealed from the world.
Katsura crawled into bed. This was dangerous. It could be dangerous.
The second he feels Sakamoto's weight shifting into the bed, he lets a little pause occur before he throws his hands up and rolls onto his side, snuggling in close and hiding his face directly into the crook of his neck. His arms engulf his friend, holding tightly.
Goodness, Zura. Let the poor man get settled first. ]
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What did this make them?
He doesn't say anything and just watches Sakamoto as he goes to the shower. He wants to bathe too, but it's too late; he's so tired. Once his friend is preoccupied with the shower, he goes ahead and steadily makes his way out of the bathroom, bringing his hand to his mouth and nipping on one of his knuckles.
This happened with Takasugi, and nothing happened.
Takasugi, though, seemed to be absent from most kind of emotions— it was hard to know what all such a damaged soul could feel anymore.
Sakamoto, though, was fragile in some ways— and bursting with emotion. Some he showed the world and some he concealed from the world.
Katsura crawled into bed.
This was dangerous. It could be dangerous.
The second he feels Sakamoto's weight shifting into the bed, he lets a little pause occur before he throws his hands up and rolls onto his side, snuggling in close and hiding his face directly into the crook of his neck. His arms engulf his friend, holding tightly.
Goodness, Zura. Let the poor man get settled first. ]