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It’s amazing how his partner manages to see without actually seeing. Even after finding out (and feeling fucking stupid for not realizing that his partner is blind) that his partner couldn’t see (and we’re going to ignore the whole deal with Yosuke feeling the abrupt need to hand hold him afterwards just to triple make sure Yu didn’t crash into a wall—and no, it’s not because he wanted to hold his hand!
But, lately, his partner has this weird habit of touching Yosuke. Like on his face. And his hair. And once, almost his eyeball (which he feels like he should have banned his partner from ever touching his face again, but you know… Didn’t happen).
It’s a nice day out. The sun’s warm, and the roof is a nice place to be right now. It’s breezy, and he can stretch out on the concrete belly up and feel the sun on his face, and nibble away at crackers and pocky. Yosuke counts to 15 before Yu’s fingers grace his cheek this time. Grey eyes stare almost blankly down at him; he’s probably doing the ‘stoic leader thing’ again where he doesn’t bother to give any hints as to 1) Why he touches Yosuke’s face, or 2) what he’s feeling as he gropes at the magician’s face. It’s ridiculous that he’s gotten so used to their leader just randomly touching on his face whenever they’re alone.
He grumbles around a mouthful of animal crackers when Yu’s fingers find his nose. There’s a smile on his partner’s lips as he pinches the magician’s nose. Yosuke grunts at that.
“Dude, c’mon. I’m trying to eat!”
And back to his cheek. Yu’s knuckles are basically petting him. This weird touching thing really needs to stop, only he’s used to it by now. Yosuke huffs (which seems to really amuse his partner for some reason) and the brunet goes back to munching on something else. He’s got a random assortment of snacks with him today, and he amuses himself with switching from one to the other.
You know, he thinks, maybe the petting thing isn’t the worst thing in the world. It actually feels kinda nice. Yu’s hand finds his tangle, messy hair and combs through it. He relaxes at the touch, makes himself more comfortable (as comfortable as he possibly can), and closes his eyes. Ohhh yeah. This is nice. Definitely nice. Yosuke goes for the pocky this time to have something to nibble on leisurely.
It’s after the third stick that he just lays there with the fourth between his teeth. There’s a new level of lazy for him; he doesn’t even wanna munch on it. But, apparently someone else does. You know. Yu. Yeah, apparently he wants to share. And apparently he doesn’t want his own, no. Nah—he wants the other end of Yosuke’s. So the first thing he sees is grey eyes and a face on the other end of his pocky stick and he’s too lethargic to toss a fit like normal. A stupid game of keep away started with the brunet trying to move around to keep that stick safe, and Yu chasing after and continuously biting off parts.
There’s a groan when Yosuke’s only left with a stub, and he thinks he’s safe—until Yu’s head bobs down too close and a strangled squawk erupts from the back of his throat.
”There’s like none left!”
He gripes, but he can’t duck his head, so Yu gets in his face—like in his face. And—
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