#vaultrot.

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Naoya: speaks

Hanamiya: seto if I ask this guy out and he says no I want you to shoot me

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grabs his face . " did you eat today ? did you drink water ? " he hums softly , narrowing his eyes before smiling . " one last thing : " gives a soft kiss to the cheek . " there you go . "

      stunned   is  he   by the  smallest of  gestures ,   that point guard  is  on the point of  breathless –   the  organ in his chest  is pumping  desperately for blood that should be circulating ,    as it has all seemed to rush to  his face .   numbly  does he  LISTEN  to  the other ,   before  leaning into   embrace of  HANDS  cupping his cheeks.

   peculiar eyebrows   furrow together  as vaguely he nods, in response to both questions at once .   were they in an environment  outside  , in the eye of the public , he may not have been so   motionless –        but  they are here,  just outside his home.   with a kiss placed upon his own cheek.

          air  SURGES through  his lungs as hanamiya reminds himself to breathe – just breathe. the burning in his cheeks does not subside as he stares at the other with a mixture of emotions reflected in the grey pools of his eyes.    

                              ‘  t-..   thank   you.  ‘  // @vaultrot.

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⚠ , hehe

pICK UP THE BOI / @vaultrot.

       clawed hands  FUMBLE  immediately in order to grasp unto cigarette that has unleashed itself from his mouth,   catching at the last second  to place the DEATH STICK back into his mouth,   an audible sigh of relief  escaping in a puff of smoke.

            the free hand that isn’t holding the cigarette  steadies himself by gripping firmly onto naoya’s shoulder;  sweat already forming at the corner of his forehead as he estimates with how much force he can leap from the other’s arms.   (it isn’t that much of a height difference between them – in fact, there’s only an inch separating the pair of them.)

          hips swivel in the other man’s grip as he adjusts himself, not to leap, but to make himself COMFORTABLE – if this is what the other wants, so be it.

                       ‘ DON’T DROP ME. ‘  is all he murmurs out, before taking an extra puff of the cigarette.