[ Reaching out, Aki runs his hand through Denji's hair, ruffling it gently. There's a swell of warmth and fondness inside of him that he can't swallow back, and he breathes out a soft noise as his fingers slip away. There's something special about being able to spend time like this, despite all the sadness and horrors that they've managed to survive through...
Or mostly survive through.
Tsurumaru is going to keep giving him junk food, though, and Aki is well aware of that, so he's willing to be a little more... Lenient, with Denji's diet. He seems to be doing fine here as it is. ]
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[ Reaching out, Aki runs his hand through Denji's hair, ruffling it gently. There's a swell of warmth and fondness inside of him that he can't swallow back, and he breathes out a soft noise as his fingers slip away. There's something special about being able to spend time like this, despite all the sadness and horrors that they've managed to survive through...
Or mostly survive through.
Tsurumaru is going to keep giving him junk food, though, and Aki is well aware of that, so he's willing to be a little more... Lenient, with Denji's diet. He seems to be doing fine here as it is. ]
I want you to go to dinner with me and Tsurumaru.