[Tsurugi Kyousuke was lucky they'd already taken to lying on Shindou's bed. Because with every touch of their lips, every breath Shindou took that he could feel against his cheek, every rise and fall of his chest that he could feel against his own...he could sense the numbness of his legs. How they seemed to become jelly whenever Shindou spoke of him so tenderly, so lovingly.
It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
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It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
I love you too, Takuto.
I love you, too.