[He really doesn't understand what Tsurugi is doing. Those fingers seem to almost be digging into his cheeks with how hard he's gripping them, and more than that, Shindou's eyes don't miss the flush that peeks out from behind them and he wants to see more of it. A hand that is smaller than Tsurugi's reaches up to lay over it, thin fingers pressing into the space between the other's.
It brings Shindou and Tsurugi even closer, the ends of his brown hair brushing up against a red-clad shoulder. From here, it's easy to see everything -- he can make out each and every elegant eyelash on Tsurugi's sharp, angled eyes, the exact slope of his handsome nose. And here, he's almost tempted to bury his own nose into the fabric of Tsurugi's shirt. Press against it and breathe in his scent, to memorize it. He wants to know everything.
Reaching for Tsurugi with the hand that was opposite to him, the hand that is closer slides up and hooks onto the curve of Tsurugi's side. Allowing that arm he snakes around the boy's back to pull them even closer together, Shindou peers through his bangs at him with a smile.]
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It brings Shindou and Tsurugi even closer, the ends of his brown hair brushing up against a red-clad shoulder. From here, it's easy to see everything -- he can make out each and every elegant eyelash on Tsurugi's sharp, angled eyes, the exact slope of his handsome nose. And here, he's almost tempted to bury his own nose into the fabric of Tsurugi's shirt. Press against it and breathe in his scent, to memorize it. He wants to know everything.
Reaching for Tsurugi with the hand that was opposite to him, the hand that is closer slides up and hooks onto the curve of Tsurugi's side. Allowing that arm he snakes around the boy's back to pull them even closer together, Shindou peers through his bangs at him with a smile.]
... Let me see your face?