@sekizengami || cont. from [ X ]
Ritsu stays right where he is, but takes a single step back. Just the one so he isn’t crowding Akito in.
The urge to apologize is on the tip of his tongue. He shouldn’t have touched Akito without permission.
What right did he have anyway? None.
He had no right -- asked, he should’ve asked first, at the least.
Hand lowering to his side, the ex-Monkey breathes in deeply, held the breath for a few seconds, and then carefully let it out. More than ever, he misses the comfort of his favorite kimono, the soft fabric soothing against his skin.
‘No.’ he reminded himself. ‘I promised to go forward. To try.’
Nobody had actually asked him to stop wearing women’s clothing, but he’d devoted himself to the cause anyway, to attempt to be...to be comfortable in his own skin. To not hide.
“...I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” The moment has stretched on longer than he liked, but he couldn’t change that. “I... I won’t touch you again. I--” Again, he swallows the apology. “I promise.”