[ When Asahi thanks him, he moves on impulse: tilting his chin forward so that he can give him a barely-there kiss before pulling back again, chuckling. He's not used to being tucked into someone's space so intimately, but he's coming to really like it. He can feel Asahi's warmth like this, against his fingers buried in his hair, against his forehead where it's pressed against Asahi's.
It's just starting to catch up with him, what they've just done and the implications of it. ]
I'm glad it's you, Asahi. I...always wanted it to be you.
[ Then something occurs to him, and his smile goes devilish. ]
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It's just starting to catch up with him, what they've just done and the implications of it. ]
I'm glad it's you, Asahi. I...always wanted it to be you.
[ Then something occurs to him, and his smile goes devilish. ]
Are you still sure I can't tell Daichi?