[ It comes out too easily, but maybe that's because Aki has always been one of the more 'insane' members of Public Safety; why wouldn't he think someone who had pushed themselves, had worked hard, had done their best was beautiful? He's the kind of man who sold himself, life and blood and body parts, to devils in the hope of becoming stronger... To see Tsurumaru be strong is a gift to him.
He survived. Isn't that enough?
One arm wraps around Tsurumaru's body, heedless of the eyes that might peek at them as he draws the other man closer, leaning in to press their foreheads together in a soft, careful brush of affection and tenderness. Turning his hand, he links their fingers together, resisting the urge to grab Tsurumaru more and kiss him breathless.
Hair a tangled mess, a little matted with grime and dirt, he shakes his head. ]
I'm fine. I did fine.
[ His arm is sore, and he'll need to recharge his rocket launcher, but that's fine. He can handle that. ]
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He survived. Isn't that enough?
One arm wraps around Tsurumaru's body, heedless of the eyes that might peek at them as he draws the other man closer, leaning in to press their foreheads together in a soft, careful brush of affection and tenderness. Turning his hand, he links their fingers together, resisting the urge to grab Tsurumaru more and kiss him breathless.
Hair a tangled mess, a little matted with grime and dirt, he shakes his head. ]
I'm fine. I did fine.
[ His arm is sore, and he'll need to recharge his rocket launcher, but that's fine. He can handle that. ]
I need to clean up.