[ Katsura also shifts when Sakamoto moves to get them both more comfortable, his face close to his partner's and their noses nearly touching. He's cuddled up against his shoulder, dark eyes appearing sleepy but still full of curiosity. If Sakamoto looks closely, he might even see the happiness in his eyes. He can't remember happiness. There's the passive feeling of gladness over a warm bowl of soba or the feel of little pawpads on animals— the smell of sunlight in the summer or the sight of cherry blossoms in spring. Passing gladness— they are really simple things to Katsura, but they don't last.
But the strong emotion of happiness he probably last felt so many years ago when his mentor held him by the hand. It's been that long.
There's a pause and Katsura parts his lips to kiss Sakamoto again, one hand lifting to rake some dark curls back behind his ear. It's a slow, savoring kiss, and once he is finished he speaks: ]
You already have. [ It's true. Zura is just not the best at showing it sometimes. ]
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He can't remember happiness. There's the passive feeling of gladness over a warm bowl of soba or the feel of little pawpads on animals— the smell of sunlight in the summer or the sight of cherry blossoms in spring. Passing gladness— they are really simple things to Katsura, but they don't last.
But the strong emotion of happiness he probably last felt so many years ago when his mentor held him by the hand.
It's been that long.
There's a pause and Katsura parts his lips to kiss Sakamoto again, one hand lifting to rake some dark curls back behind his ear. It's a slow, savoring kiss, and once he is finished he speaks: ]
You already have.
[ It's true. Zura is just not the best at showing it sometimes. ]