But it's only after Juichi rouses from swooning, heavy limbs heated close to the levels they were on Monday morning, that he sees everything in complete clarity.
The same way he registers the hand threading through his hair -- brushing the bangs over his forehead, coaxing the curling strands and combing over them, touching his skin as if he were trying to memorize and map out the features on his face in dreams -- as Arakita's.
The same way that he knows Arakita had fallen asleep after he propped Juichi's head in his lap, the same way Arakita's loyalty has always brought an involuntary quirk to his lips that could only be called exactly what it looked like.
A smile.
The first -- and far from the last -- that Juichi could remember as caused by his one and only domestique.
being close (to you) by byuldeureul
(((happy birthday kei!!))))