[Those who know Matsukaze Tenma will all be able to agree on a few things about him, and one of those things that Matsukaze Tenma was rarely not alert. The slate color of his eyes were reminiscent of storm clouds, but they were always clear like the summer skies, staring straight ahead, facing up to everything he cared about with all of his energy and attention.
Those eyes right now are slightly out of focus, dazed, as Taiyou pulls away. He feels lightheaded; it wasn't a very long kiss, but it feels like he used up oxygen faster than ever before, and he's out of breath. He can't just sigh so softly as Taiyou had, and he feels like he might've just run a race.
Like candy, he says. Stupid, Tenma thinks. Those words a lot more sweeter than anything he could give.]
If you-- if you brush your teeth, it'll be fine. [That was a dumb response. Was he attempting to be poetic like Tsurugi? If he was, it sure came out sounding stupid, and Tenma feels his cheeks burn. He quickly hides them -- by dropping his head onto Taiyou's shoulder and burying his face against it.]
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Those eyes right now are slightly out of focus, dazed, as Taiyou pulls away. He feels lightheaded; it wasn't a very long kiss, but it feels like he used up oxygen faster than ever before, and he's out of breath. He can't just sigh so softly as Taiyou had, and he feels like he might've just run a race.
Like candy, he says. Stupid, Tenma thinks. Those words a lot more sweeter than anything he could give.]
If you-- if you brush your teeth, it'll be fine. [That was a dumb response. Was he attempting to be poetic like Tsurugi? If he was, it sure came out sounding stupid, and Tenma feels his cheeks burn. He quickly hides them -- by dropping his head onto Taiyou's shoulder and burying his face against it.]