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"Stop staring."
Kiyoomi felt Shouyo shifting, the bed dipping on the side of his head. He& #39;d guess that Shouyo was propped on one elbow, chin on his palm. "What do you mean? You can& #39;t even see me."
"I can feel your eyes drilling holes on my face."
Kiyoomi felt Shouyo shifting, the bed dipping on the side of his head. He& #39;d guess that Shouyo was propped on one elbow, chin on his palm. "What do you mean? You can& #39;t even see me."
"I can feel your eyes drilling holes on my face."
He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Shouyo& #39;s smiling face, cheek squished on his palm, hair a mess from his sleep. "Good morning!"
Kiyoomi answered with a hum, tugged the blanket to his nose, and closed his eyes once more in hopes of getting more sleep.
Kiyoomi answered with a hum, tugged the blanket to his nose, and closed his eyes once more in hopes of getting more sleep.
Shouyo moved again, and when Kiyoomi opened his eyes, he was staring straight into Shouyo& #39;s eyes. "I said stop staring," he said, words slightly muffled.
"I like looking at you," Shouyo answered.
Sometimes, just sometimes, Kiyoomi hated how genuine Shouyo always was.
"I like looking at you," Shouyo answered.
Sometimes, just sometimes, Kiyoomi hated how genuine Shouyo always was.
"It& #39;s ass o& #39;clock in the morning. Get some rest."
Shouyo stretched his limbs and arched his back, making the blanket pool lower to his waist.
They must be quite a sight. Kiyoomi, curled in a blanket, only the top of his face visible. -
Shouyo stretched his limbs and arched his back, making the blanket pool lower to his waist.
They must be quite a sight. Kiyoomi, curled in a blanket, only the top of his face visible. -
- Shouyo, naked from the waist up, tanned skin open for the world to see.
Or, for Kiyoomi to see.
He was trying so hard not to stare. That would be...hypocritical.
"I& #39;m well-rested," Shouyo said, now lying on his back, head turned to Kiyoomi& #39;s direction so -
Or, for Kiyoomi to see.
He was trying so hard not to stare. That would be...hypocritical.
"I& #39;m well-rested," Shouyo said, now lying on his back, head turned to Kiyoomi& #39;s direction so -
He. Was. Still. Staring.
Kiyoomi thought of last night and - "Get even more well-rested then," he said then, without warning, covered Shouyo& #39;s eyes with his hand. "Now stop looking."
Shouyo, the nerve, only laughed and pulled Kiyoomi& #39;s hand away from his face.
Kiyoomi thought of last night and - "Get even more well-rested then," he said then, without warning, covered Shouyo& #39;s eyes with his hand. "Now stop looking."
Shouyo, the nerve, only laughed and pulled Kiyoomi& #39;s hand away from his face.
"Omi-san is so unfair."
Shouyo held his hand between his, thumb brushing his knuckles, then his palm, before he intertwined their fingers together. He grinned at Kiyoomi, and showed him their hands. "Caught you."
Kiyoomi scoffed.
Yeah. And /he/ was the unfair one.
Shouyo held his hand between his, thumb brushing his knuckles, then his palm, before he intertwined their fingers together. He grinned at Kiyoomi, and showed him their hands. "Caught you."
Kiyoomi scoffed.
Yeah. And /he/ was the unfair one.