[ Katsura's shoulders shrug slightly, covered in silky black hair that spills down his back like a waterfall. His face is completely hidden, thank goodness, otherwise Sakamoto might have seen the slight glint of sadness that sparks in his eyes for just a moment. It's short lived, thankfully. Zura was good at keeping his composure and remaining strong and stoic for the most part, but often times he did slip up and wear his emotions on his sleeve. ]
W—Well..
[ Whatever happened with Takasugi wasn't love. Katsura thought maybe it was something about him or something he did to not completely win Takasugi's favor in a way that was genuine.
Those words— though an awkward time to hear them— were very relieving for him to acknowledge. ]
I was under the impression I was.. [ Because of how he was treated in the past— how Gintoki could never look at him the way he looked at Gintoki. It's true, though. Katsura can be demanding in bed and it's something he was aware of. ]
no subject
W—Well..
[ Whatever happened with Takasugi wasn't love. Katsura thought maybe it was something about him or something he did to not completely win Takasugi's favor in a way that was genuine.
Those words— though an awkward time to hear them— were very relieving for him to acknowledge. ]
I was under the impression I was..
[ Because of how he was treated in the past— how Gintoki could never look at him the way he looked at Gintoki.
It's true, though. Katsura can be demanding in bed and it's something he was aware of. ]