[ Katsura can't deny him. Not when they are close and warm together like this. He does prop himself up with his hands folded under his chin and his hands placed right on Sakamoto's chest, peering straight at him.
He has no other choice to protect you, but even if he did, he would choose to in a heart beat. His cheeks dust pink, looking to the side slightly as he speaks: ]
—With my life. [ His eyelids fall shut before his fingers slowly lift to cover some of his face. He feels the need to add something else next, though: ]
..If that is alright. [ Unlike Gintoki who would aggressively protect; barge his way into people's lives and rescue them, Katsura had a sense of feeling unwanted at times, so maybe he ought to double check. Which was silly, especially when talking to somebody so dear to him. ]
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He has no other choice to protect you, but even if he did, he would choose to in a heart beat.
His cheeks dust pink, looking to the side slightly as he speaks: ]
—With my life.
[ His eyelids fall shut before his fingers slowly lift to cover some of his face.
He feels the need to add something else next, though: ]
..If that is alright.
[ Unlike Gintoki who would aggressively protect; barge his way into people's lives and rescue them, Katsura had a sense of feeling unwanted at times, so maybe he ought to double check.
Which was silly, especially when talking to somebody so dear to him. ]