gives his ACTUAL soulmate ( semi ) a kiss 💕
semi cannot say for certain whether or not he has really mastered the art of being in a couple yet, or if he has even reached the first stage of understanding. he's still woefully ignorant of certain things— like whether or not it's fine to kiss his boyfriend absentmindedly, or if he should wait for explicit requests ( as he often does ). the latter is always a safe bet, and for someone who has spent more time thinking about relationships than actually being in them, it seems like the better option. he's not experienced, and he's realized despite all his sheepish romantic thinking ... that he doesn't need as much affection as hikaru does. either that, or he just expresses it differently.
his hand is clasped over top of his boyfriend's, but his attention wanders elsewhere. there's some sort of history special on television that he catches bits and pieces of, but it's not particularly riveting. daytime television usually isn't, but semi uses it as background noise almost every day. instead, his mind wanders to his more potent concerns about work— something that anyone would probably say is an off-limits topic for personal spaces. at the office, he doesn't talk about his private life; at home, he doesn't talk about his professional life. they don't blur together. ever. but still, he can't help but to nag himself internally for the workload he'd left behind in his office.
like anyone who spends forty hours a week in a stuffy office in the city, semi doesn't like overtime. but it's kind of unavoidable at times, since the world doesn't stop moving for the sake of someone as small and tired as him. the more he thinks about the stack of papers left behind on his desk, the deeper his frown seems to set into the corners of his mouth. unaware, semi still stares ahead to the television screen and blinks as black-and-white images of some sort of military repatriation event— soldiers come back from manchuria or something?— fade in and out.
he doesn't seem to realize just how distracted he is until hikaru kisses him and brings him back to his senses. " oh, " is all that he says, flexing his fingers around the top of hikaru's hand and turning his slightly. his free hand raises, long fingers rubbing against his forehead as if to push away the thoughts of work. " sorry, i'm distracted. "
his hand drops, but almost as soon as it flops to his lap with a soft fwap, he realizes he should at least repay the favor. he takes hikaru's chin beneath his thumb and forefinger, tilting it as gently as someone might handle a newly blossomed flower, and presses a second kiss back. he can feel the weariness in his own lips and under his eyes when he pulls himself away and reopens them, and gives a little sigh from his nose. sorry, hikaru. it's not something easily hidden, and he doesn't doubt that his boyfriend has already noticed. with a dry chuckle, he closes his eyes again and leans his head back against the back of the couch, " you'll have to smack me to wake me up. i'm really tired. "
