[ Aki watches Tsurumaru and wonders, absently, if he has made a mistake.
Had the fake flirtation been just that - fake? When they had acted like a couple, he had felt...
He had felt, which was enough for someone as hollow for Aki, who had lost the feeling of happiness for so many years.
Hand twitching in Tsurumaru's, he breathes out softly before he lets it slip back, giving him space to move away if he wants. Aki will steal a kiss, but never without the other wanting it just as much. That's not who he is.
Instead, he leans in to brush their noses together in a pseudo-kiss. ]
Probably not. But maybe that shouldn't stop me.
[ He wants to kiss Tsurumaru. Why is that such a problem? ]
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Had the fake flirtation been just that - fake? When they had acted like a couple, he had felt...
He had felt, which was enough for someone as hollow for Aki, who had lost the feeling of happiness for so many years.
Hand twitching in Tsurumaru's, he breathes out softly before he lets it slip back, giving him space to move away if he wants. Aki will steal a kiss, but never without the other wanting it just as much. That's not who he is.
Instead, he leans in to brush their noses together in a pseudo-kiss. ]
Probably not. But maybe that shouldn't stop me.
[ He wants to kiss Tsurumaru. Why is that such a problem? ]