[It's not like Sakuma was oblivious to what his own feelings were doing--he wasn't so naive that he didn't recognize attraction when he saw it. He'd wanted it for so long, hoping for a day that would never come, that the feeling became almost too familiar to him. For Kidou...who would never truly return his affections in a way that Sakuma wanted, needed.. and for Fudou, who he'd possibly felt the same for before he'd left Japan for unknown parts of the world with no contact and no goal in mind. He'd hardened himself, sheltered that soft heart of his.
So to feel this blossom again after he'd succumbed himself to winter...it's a lot to take in. The man was nothing like Kidou, after all. None of the etiquette, unruly hair, trackjackets and boots...If they were seen on the street together, people would assume they were never associated with each other, just in the same place at the same time.
But those blue eyes were so much calmer now, his entire body language like an old, tired cat instead of the feral one he'd known years before. His voice was just as calming, a light, relaxed tone compared to the teasingly aggressive one he'd remembered. Muscles were new, easily felt from the fabric as his arms wrapped securely around the man's back and around his torso.
He really wishes he weren't focusing on that one the most.]
Ready.
[Fudou just wanted to make up for years of a failed friendship. It'd be taking advantage of the situation if he wanted anything more. And heck...Fudou probably doesn't want that either.
You don't drop everything and leave the country if you actually felt like you left something important behind...right?]
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So to feel this blossom again after he'd succumbed himself to winter...it's a lot to take in. The man was nothing like Kidou, after all. None of the etiquette, unruly hair, trackjackets and boots...If they were seen on the street together, people would assume they were never associated with each other, just in the same place at the same time.
But those blue eyes were so much calmer now, his entire body language like an old, tired cat instead of the feral one he'd known years before. His voice was just as calming, a light, relaxed tone compared to the teasingly aggressive one he'd remembered. Muscles were new, easily felt from the fabric as his arms wrapped securely around the man's back and around his torso.
He really wishes he weren't focusing on that one the most.]
Ready.
[Fudou just wanted to make up for years of a failed friendship. It'd be taking advantage of the situation if he wanted anything more. And heck...Fudou probably doesn't want that either.
You don't drop everything and leave the country if you actually felt like you left something important behind...right?]