[ It's .. a little strange. Katsura isn't sure he's ever been in a situation like this, either. Whatever the hell happened between him and Takasugi, it was much different than.. whatever this was. Very, very much so— and a lot more complicated. It's a small, sweet kiss and suddenly Sakamoto seems more content. It was hard to know with him— with how he forced a smile all of the time and laughed the loudest. Zura knew, though, Sakamoto wasn't always what he appeared and kept note of this and his behavior when he wasn't paying attention. Here, though.. it is obvious something has made him feel more happy.
Zura's eyes open when Sakamoto's shut, brown gaze flicking over his face. That was it? He just wanted simply affection like this? Because Katsura likes this.. he really likes this. Maybe if Tatsuma opens his eyes he'll catch Katsura staring at him, a genuine smile settled on his face.
He's.. so happy. So happy that somebody is here with him and it's somebody who won't leave him anytime soon. It's almost like now— in this moment— he realizes that maybe— just maybe— he won't end up alone.
It's all because of him.
He blinks away a veil of tears that have pooled suddenly over his eyes, lifting a hand to brush his fingers against Tatsuma's curly fringe and against his forehead. Katsura was strong and could conceal emotions well depending on what they were with his usual stoic face. What did it matter, though? Why should he hide anything from Tatsuma at this rate? ]
My dear friend— [ You're so precious to me, he says in his mind, but opts for something else: ]
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It's a small, sweet kiss and suddenly Sakamoto seems more content. It was hard to know with him— with how he forced a smile all of the time and laughed the loudest. Zura knew, though, Sakamoto wasn't always what he appeared and kept note of this and his behavior when he wasn't paying attention. Here, though.. it is obvious something has made him feel more happy.
Zura's eyes open when Sakamoto's shut, brown gaze flicking over his face. That was it? He just wanted simply affection like this? Because Katsura likes this.. he really likes this. Maybe if Tatsuma opens his eyes he'll catch Katsura staring at him, a genuine smile settled on his face.
He's.. so happy. So happy that somebody is here with him and it's somebody who won't leave him anytime soon. It's almost like now— in this moment— he realizes that maybe— just maybe— he won't end up alone.
It's all because of him.
He blinks away a veil of tears that have pooled suddenly over his eyes, lifting a hand to brush his fingers against Tatsuma's curly fringe and against his forehead. Katsura was strong and could conceal emotions well depending on what they were with his usual stoic face. What did it matter, though? Why should he hide anything from Tatsuma at this rate? ]
My dear friend—
[ You're so precious to me, he says in his mind, but opts for something else: ]
You're all I have left.
Thank you.