Look, a pervert. | Akihito+Hiroomi
⊰◈⊱— The reaction to his hands was always the same at first; he’d have been more worried about the blond if he’d reacted any differently. The warmth was nice for the split few seconds that the younger male hadn’t actually managed to register what he was doing. It was always a shame when he pulled away, though, Hiroomi wouldn’t lie about that disappointment.
Hiroomi’s hands lift a little in mock defense, more or less just holding them up innocently. “What’s wrong with trying to warm my hands?” The Nase replies just as innocently, matching his own pose, eyebrows raising a little at the oh-so rude name calling.
“Now now, Akkey,” he starts, fingers wiggling before he crosses his arms over his chest once more, “Takes one to know one.” Not very mature, but it was true. Akihito was definitely not one to talk.
That aside. “Have you looked around at all yet?”
✗—-) He'd had half the mind to just up and leave him. He wanted to walk away so badly, sometimes the older could just be so infuriating. But that wasn't the case all the time. Akihito knew the reasons why he always did that, as creepy as it was, it was understandable. The teen wouldn't let him continue to do it however because of his secret, the secret not even Hiroomi knew. His ticklishness had gotten worse over the year. When the other spoke, Akihito decided to look anywhere but his face. “I'm no pervert...” he grumbled childishly.
✗—-) “Have you looked around at all yet.”
✗—-) Akihito groaned, literally a groan just escaped his mouth as he looked up at the ceiling. “Come on, the place is huge. Of course I've been looking around, I've probably searched just about every place in the entire wing we're in right now. I'm only human.” Understatement of the century, they both know this.
