yua doesn't need an excuse to kiss touma, but he'll take one when graciously presented with it! a quickly spoken "it's international kissing day, didja know?" is all touma gets before yua lowers his head to cup his friend's face and peppers kisses all over it, from his forehead to his cheek to the tip of his nose, all the while trying not to giggle and failing.
he’s used to indiscriminate displays of affection from his childhood friend, it may as well be a staple of their friendship. it’s no different when the taller cups his face, held tightly as he states that it’s kissing day. it’s no surprise touma had no idea that today had been any different than any other day, he never paid much mind to things like that.
his eyes squeeze shut as light kisses are pressed to his face, all over the ruby red freckles on his cheeks, all over his forehead, even the tip of his nose. he can hear the soft giggles leave yua, and it makes his cheeks heat up a little as he tries to stay still despite the kisses. a moment passes and it seems like he’s had his share of affection for the day.
an eye opens, then the other one, and there’s a slight pout on his face as he looks up at yua. it’s a movement on impulse, and only done after a solid ten seconds of staring his best friend down, but he leans up, forced to stand on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to yua’s mouth before pulling back and looking away, “ i know now. happy kissing day, i guess. “