[the best thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says and know that he's not being pandered to or treated like a child.
the worst thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says
it's definitely way too early in the morning to feel like he's so full of love and affection that he's going to burst, way too eary to be dealing with the way that Leo manages to make him feel just through his sincere words. yet Tsukasa allows himself to be pulled closer because he knows that's what he wants to, makes it clear when his own fingers curl into the fabric of Leo's shirt to hold onto him too, even if the movement surprises him to the point that his humming stops
there's a spark of hesitation - of embarrassment, awkwardness - before he relaxes in the other's hold and sighs, even as he finally lifts his head to meet Leo's gaze, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
... You're already too much, Leader.... Isn't that too much energy to have in the morning?
[a small little yawn from him - followed with:]
Mm, if you need composing sheets there are some in the bedside drawer.... I think I put a pen in there too.
[since it's not like the tracing on Tsukasa's shoulder actually left any sort of imprint - he'd rather not have to deal with Leo wailing later about his forgotten inspiration... and maybe he's a little curious what early morning compositions sound like from Leo.
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the worst thing about being with Leo: Tsukasa can really believe every word that he says
it's definitely way too early in the morning to feel like he's so full of love and affection that he's going to burst, way too eary to be dealing with the way that Leo manages to make him feel just through his sincere words. yet Tsukasa allows himself to be pulled closer because he knows that's what he wants to, makes it clear when his own fingers curl into the fabric of Leo's shirt to hold onto him too, even if the movement surprises him to the point that his humming stops
there's a spark of hesitation - of embarrassment, awkwardness - before he relaxes in the other's hold and sighs, even as he finally lifts his head to meet Leo's gaze, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]
... You're already too much, Leader.... Isn't that too much energy to have in the morning?
[a small little yawn from him - followed with:]
Mm, if you need composing sheets there are some in the bedside drawer.... I think I put a pen in there too.
[since it's not like the tracing on Tsukasa's shoulder actually left any sort of imprint - he'd rather not have to deal with Leo wailing later about his forgotten inspiration... and maybe he's a little curious what early morning compositions sound like from Leo.
it'd be his first time seeing one, after all]