there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]
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there's one kiss, and another, the confession between them picked up and repeated over and over in his mind, responded to in turn (i like you, i love you, and i love you—) as he swears he's got a hummingbird in his chest and he swears he can feel that tsukasa has the same. when the second kiss finishes, leo doesn't pull further away, and he doesn't initiate another—instead he leans his own forehead lightly against tsukasa's, squeezing their intertwined hands lightly as he hums a nameless tune under his breath, another to add to his small, private collection of "for his ears and no one else".
( "that whooosh of butterflies in the stomach" is probably not a name he'll agree with— )
honestly, leo isn't too sure how he deserves this either. from running away to this, to thinking that the very concept of looking back is ridiculous. and he doesn't question it too much, because he wants tsukasa to follow what he wants and live, be inspired, so it would've been hypocritical to deny that, to not do the same.
and, of course, he's pulled here too. he's grateful for that.
leo moves again, leaning back to fully get the picture of tsukasa's face in the morning after a couple of kisses, just as he'd committed tsukasa's sleeping face to memory. his eyes shine with something obvious (adoration), and his expression is soft as he asks: ]
How'd you sleep?
[ jUST CASUALLY, through the soft heat on his cheeks that he's gotten used to, since beginning this. ]