♚ SCRITCHY SCRITCHY
nonsexual acts of intimacy
↪♚: Head scratches
fatigue had been weighing ‘pon takumi’s shoulders for some time; up late TRAINING in the woods as usual. surely ‘twas more practical to remain within the camp grounds, howbeit it lacked privacy. ( he worked to PROVE himself, to show he was worth something & he still had far to go. if someone were to witness that, witness his mistakes … ‘twould be humiliating. )
he was making his way back, the stars sparkling above him. the moonlight was never bright enough to see clearly, & he found himself stumbling over himself at times. perhaps his own fault—-'twas he who stayed out for so long, after all.
as he neared the camp grounds, his friend & retainer seemed the last person awake. his eyne were skyward, fixated 'pon the stars. he watches for a moment, then two, three—-& then hinata saw him, donning a familiar grin. a hand is held out; his friend gestured for him to sit alongside him. stargazing. hesitation halts him for a moment—–it seemed TRIVIAL. yet he settles next to him; a small smile befalls him & he leans into him. ivory fingers grasp the other man’s shoulder, then find way to his head, & he runs them through his tawny hair. in his company, he was comfortable.
