[ leo pressed into his back isn't unfamiliar; it's nice, actually. he's always been clingy, so free and open with his hugs and his cuddles and kisses and his i love yous, and though izumi's always claimed to find it obnoxious, his actions speak a lot louder than his words. he leans back just a tiny bit, stays close, and lets his eyes close for a brief moment--if he does, he can almost imagine leo's bright smile.

...and then, like clockwork, comes the whining.

izumi rolls his eyes, and reaches up to put his tea kettle warmed hand on leo's face, giving him a little push. ] I'm not interested in your shitty version of festivities. You can go slobber on everyone else, and if anyone comes near me, they'll regret it.

[ OK SENA. ]