[Let's make one thing clear: Tsurugi is not someone who flinches at the sight of people undressing. He was an athlete, and he'd been in countless locker rooms with a bunch of boys switching out their clothes, and group baths where it was practically necessary. It does not phase him in the slightest seeing a boy take off his shirt.
This completely changes when it's your boyfriend, and that's something Tsurugi finds out the minute he opens his eyes. Suddenly, he didn't see Shindou as the athlete friend he knew. He sees him as his boyfriend, and those amber eyes shockingly freeze at the sight of the boy's bare back, turned away from him and reaching for that sweater.
It's amazing how every muscle suddenly becomes neon highlighted, how every movement is enough to bring flush to your cheeks. Tsurugi's palm presses itself hard against his lips, fingers wrapping around his cheek as he both wants to fixate his gaze on something else (that piano was looking VERY INTERESTING RIGHT NOW) and yet unable to turn away. The way his hair brushes against his neck, leaving just enough space between his back and his head...
Focus, Kyousuke.
His own conscience snaps him out of it pupils contracting back to their slit-like appearance. He couldn't stare too long--boyfriend or not that would be pretty creepy... So instead, he goes back to how Shindou had seen him before turning around: eyes closed and gripping his face with every intent of squeezing the embarrassment out of him. With his eyes closed again, he takes this time to compose himself, letting both the image of his boyfriend sear into his brain and yet try and erase it from his eyelids in hopes of being able to handle this situation maturely. Because he's pretty sure that if he were to speak right now, incomprehensible babble was all that was going to come out.
He does know one thing, though. He was crazy for Shindou Takuto, and this proved it in more ways than he ever wants to explain.]
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This completely changes when it's your boyfriend, and that's something Tsurugi finds out the minute he opens his eyes. Suddenly, he didn't see Shindou as the athlete friend he knew. He sees him as his boyfriend, and those amber eyes shockingly freeze at the sight of the boy's bare back, turned away from him and reaching for that sweater.
It's amazing how every muscle suddenly becomes neon highlighted, how every movement is enough to bring flush to your cheeks. Tsurugi's palm presses itself hard against his lips, fingers wrapping around his cheek as he both wants to fixate his gaze on something else (that piano was looking VERY INTERESTING RIGHT NOW) and yet unable to turn away. The way his hair brushes against his neck, leaving just enough space between his back and his head...
Focus, Kyousuke.
His own conscience snaps him out of it pupils contracting back to their slit-like appearance. He couldn't stare too long--boyfriend or not that would be pretty creepy... So instead, he goes back to how Shindou had seen him before turning around: eyes closed and gripping his face with every intent of squeezing the embarrassment out of him. With his eyes closed again, he takes this time to compose himself, letting both the image of his boyfriend sear into his brain and yet try and erase it from his eyelids in hopes of being able to handle this situation maturely. Because he's pretty sure that if he were to speak right now, incomprehensible babble was all that was going to come out.
He does know one thing, though. He was crazy for Shindou Takuto, and this proved it in more ways than he ever wants to explain.]