[Satoru's long ago learned to embrace his weirdness but this isn't weird. If he's honest, it feels more normal than anything has since Masamune left.
He finally looks away from Masamune just long enough to track his hand up, looking back at him as he fusses over his hair. The gesture makes his chest tight with its casual intimacy, none of the careful testing or checking Satoru's found himself relying on lately.
Is it really that easy?
And then Masamune speaks and something in him just gives way, for better or for worse. Even if he took it back, Satoru'd never be able to unhear those words in that tone, so close like this. His own voice is just as soft when he answers.]
Yeah. You are.
[Sentiment for sentiment, but Masamune's made of sturdier stuff than Satoru. He wouldn't take it back for the world, but it's too hard to keep staring at Masamune now, so instead he scoots forward, eliminating the distance between them and tucking his head against Masamune's shoulder. It's not really hiding if you get closer, is it?]
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He finally looks away from Masamune just long enough to track his hand up, looking back at him as he fusses over his hair. The gesture makes his chest tight with its casual intimacy, none of the careful testing or checking Satoru's found himself relying on lately.
Is it really that easy?
And then Masamune speaks and something in him just gives way, for better or for worse. Even if he took it back, Satoru'd never be able to unhear those words in that tone, so close like this. His own voice is just as soft when he answers.]
Yeah. You are.
[Sentiment for sentiment, but Masamune's made of sturdier stuff than Satoru. He wouldn't take it back for the world, but it's too hard to keep staring at Masamune now, so instead he scoots forward, eliminating the distance between them and tucking his head against Masamune's shoulder. It's not really hiding if you get closer, is it?]