[In a matter of seconds, however, it's as though every bit of air in his lungs leaves his body. Breathing becomes hard for a moment or two, and he gasps once or twice, as if he's about to cry.
There's something warm and vaguely unfamiliar about the way Zura clings to him, and he feels joy but sadness too, because it's something he's never felt before and for the first time he finds himself wondering if he's been missing out.
Love. What did Sakamoto Tatsuma know of love? Sure, if you'd have asked him before, he would have admitted to being happy! Clueless. Spouting silly things about how he had more love than he probably deserved.
If that was the case, is this too much? Is this being selfish?
Sakamoto's free arm curves around the other man, firm in hold, but desperate.]
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There's something warm and vaguely unfamiliar about the way Zura clings to him, and he feels joy but sadness too, because it's something he's never felt before and for the first time he finds himself wondering if he's been missing out.
Love. What did Sakamoto Tatsuma know of love? Sure, if you'd have asked him before, he would have admitted to being happy! Clueless. Spouting silly things about how he had more love than he probably deserved.
If that was the case, is this too much? Is this being selfish?
Sakamoto's free arm curves around the other man, firm in hold, but desperate.]