[ Looking up from his keys, Miyuki blinks, the picture of drunken, wide-eyed innocence at the sight of him. And then he looks pleased, practically melting as he moves to drop his keys into one of his pockets. Whatever, he'll find them when he's sober.
There's such a pang of affection in his chest - and it's been there ever since Kuramochi first started gushing about Ryousuke - but it grows fiercer as he sways into Eijun's space, coming up short just in time for just their noses to boop. ]
I did. Hello. [ ... and that's when he puts his phone down, whoops. ]
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There's such a pang of affection in his chest - and it's been there ever since Kuramochi first started gushing about Ryousuke - but it grows fiercer as he sways into Eijun's space, coming up short just in time for just their noses to boop. ]
I did. Hello. [ ... and that's when he puts his phone down, whoops. ]