[ Fuss, fuss, fuss. Away he goes to the other side of the bed, now, the side that Sakamoto prefers to crawl into, apparently. There's red on the ends of his ears as he dare not look at Tatsuma again, regretting sneaking into his room simply because he is lonely.
He should be used to being lonely at this point in his life but he isn't. Zura works, nearly fixing the bed and tucking in the sheets, followed by the comforter. His delicate but rough hands press into the duvet, ironing out any stray wrinkles before pulling a corner back for Sakamoto to climb into.
He steps aside to admire his work before folding his arms, stuffing them in his sleeves. ]
I'm not having sex with you. [ WHY DOES HE JUMP THE GUN AND ASSUME THAT?? Did he also misunderstand Sakamoto's behavior? ]
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He should be used to being lonely at this point in his life but he isn't.
Zura works, nearly fixing the bed and tucking in the sheets, followed by the comforter. His delicate but rough hands press into the duvet, ironing out any stray wrinkles before pulling a corner back for Sakamoto to climb into.
He steps aside to admire his work before folding his arms, stuffing them in his sleeves. ]
I'm not having sex with you.
[ WHY DOES HE JUMP THE GUN AND ASSUME THAT?? Did he also misunderstand Sakamoto's behavior? ]