[Sweet isn't a word he ever thought he'd associate with either of them. But it's that, and fragile, and he wants to hold onto whatever this is for as long as he can. He can't put a label on that look in Shouto's eyes. Even if he could, he doesn't think he'd want to. The way it resonates in his chest, echoing through his limbs and flooding him with warmth is better than any label. He feels the same way. Maybe that's why he kept running away.
Or maybe it's too complicated to boil down to one reason, like that precious, rare look in Shouto's eyes that he's so fiercely protective of. Even if it means kicking his own ass.
He opens his mouth to say something clever and probably a little abrasive when Shouto's lips unexpectedly meet his. Without thinking about it he hums a little, and leans in, his hand not holding Shouto's squeezing his shoulder.]
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Or maybe it's too complicated to boil down to one reason, like that precious, rare look in Shouto's eyes that he's so fiercely protective of. Even if it means kicking his own ass.
He opens his mouth to say something clever and probably a little abrasive when Shouto's lips unexpectedly meet his. Without thinking about it he hums a little, and leans in, his hand not holding Shouto's squeezing his shoulder.]