[Tsurugi's fingers, dryer and cooler than his own, already answer to his request and take his hand. With his eyes closed he relies on just touch and sound to follow his motions, shivering slightly at the hand that brushes over his back and arm, smiling when he feels the warmth of his boyfriend's breath and lips.
His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]
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His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]