osamu tucks kenma's hair behind his ear. his fingers trail back to kenma's cheek, lingering. calloused fingers are gentle.
kenma looks up at osamu and quietly asks, "what's wrong?"
osamu looks at where his fingers meet kenma's jaw. his other hand reaches out and squeezes kenma's thigh.
kenma sits up and moves to osamu's lap. osamu wraps his arms around kenma before kenma even settles. osamu tucks his face into kenma's neck and huffs.
"bad day?" kenma whispers and osamu nods. "I'm sorry." kenma kisses the side of osamu's head.
osamu leans back on the couch, bringing kenma with him. kenma wraps his arms around osamu's neck, between the couch and osamu's warm skin. kenma relaxes against osamu and lets him have a moment to just relax. osamu will talk to kenma in his own time. kenma just needs to hold him until then.