meishutori:
— He considers it good manners to ask, he wouldn’t want to startle Izuru, despite the reasonably enthusiastic response. He smiles and reaches out, running his fingers along the lapels and pulling them neatly over one another. His knuckles brush the other’s neck when he pulls the collar up a little. “There.. Wonderful. My mother used to say; the state of a man’s uniform can tell what cloth he is made of himself.”
a soft exhale left him, his shoulders relaxing from their seemingly always tensed posture. gestures like these were not exactly common but weren’t unwelcome either. he truly had been enjoying the atmosphere of their division lately. “ is that why you always look so put together, captain ? “















