[ It's dark, but the moonlight is more than enough for Aki to see, tilting his head to gaze at Tsurumaru. He's never done anything like this before: relationships in the past have been hookups, tension relievers, things to do to shred time, not to share feelings or romance. He had never allowed himself this kind of thing because his focus was only on the Gun Devil.
When had his mindset changed? Was it when his focus shifted to Denji and Power? When he arrived here? When he had learned of his inevitable death taking place?
Does it matter?
His gaze is set on Tsurumaru, never faltering, never flickering. When Aki gives his attention to something, he gives his all: the Gun Devil, Makima-san, Denji, Power, his hopes for the future... He gives a hundred percent. He cares too much.
Leaning in, he presses their mouths together, soft and careful, one hand lifting to rest gently on the back of Tsurumaru's body, thumb stroking absently against the shape of his spine. ]
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When had his mindset changed? Was it when his focus shifted to Denji and Power? When he arrived here? When he had learned of his inevitable death taking place?
Does it matter?
His gaze is set on Tsurumaru, never faltering, never flickering. When Aki gives his attention to something, he gives his all: the Gun Devil, Makima-san, Denji, Power, his hopes for the future... He gives a hundred percent. He cares too much.
Leaning in, he presses their mouths together, soft and careful, one hand lifting to rest gently on the back of Tsurumaru's body, thumb stroking absently against the shape of his spine. ]