( &&. Tomo )
Their humming was soothing to listen to. Tomokazu closed his eyes as he walked, gladly letting the other lead him for a while. He had the utmost trust in this young man, the one he can count on to have his back no matter what happened– until he felt someone push into his shoulder, making him yelp out loud for a moment before realizing it was only Kaito.
“Ah, work’s been… rather taxing, if I’m to be honest.” He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, quickly sticking it back in his pocket. “There’s quite a few players who seem completely incompetent as to how the game’s meant to be played, and they caused a whole kerfuffle, and guess who’s at the center of it.”
If anyone knew him besides Yasuhiko, it was Kaito. Between the topics he brought up and the information about himself he’d trusted Tomo with, it hit all the right keys. His cheeks still felt a bit warm despite the air around them, but that was nothing compared to the beating in his chest. “So, uh, what did you have in mind?” he finally asked.
Lips purse together, Kaito felt some sort of heat rising to his cheeks ( the ones on his face you sinner ) out of embarrassment. He had absolutely no idea who Tomokazu had been refering too. Perhaps in one point in his lifespan he did know, but right now he couldn’t exactly remember.
“I... I don’t think I can come up with an idea on who it could be. Sorry... !”
It was true, in his own right - he felt as it were his own fault for not playing the game so often. That and the tact his 14 year old like to push back any bad memories of [The World]. But when Kaito had found his friend speaking again, he felt his heart skip a beat, and hands clutch into fists. Some part of him screamed with that adoration for the other, longing for his touch in the sense of how his feelings had come to grow. Kaito wanted to respond, he really did. Rather is eyes were fixed onto Tomo’s features, dorky and possibly lovestruck smile growing onto his face.
