[There's tenderness in the way Sakamoto looks at the other man, affectionate and gentle. To be fair, he's stared at Zura this way even years before, but it's always been when the noble samurai's back was turned. Sakamoto didn't need to hide his feelings for the others, not with the way they barely ever noticed, too swept up in their own daily squabbles.

He's reminded of the way Zura's lips took him sweetly and carefully before, and he can feel the thing between his legs stick to the sheets, an inconvenient and unpleasant thing. Slowly, he leans in to whisper in Zura's ear as he relishes the wetness around his fingers, voice indulgent and quiet.]

You're into shitty guys, aren't ya?

I guess I'm no different.

[Sakamoto kisses Zura's cheek, still loving, but there's an ounce of pity in the way he does it too.]

I'm shit, but I'll pay attention to ya. I say a lotta dumb things.

[He laughs, concealing whatever disgusting sound he'd utter otherwise-]

But I mean it when I say you're special, y'know?