[Leo is just always So Much - so much that Tsukasa's not sure how to deal with that at first, blinking all owl-eyed and confused up at him. In the early morning light, hair mussed and movements still syrupy slow, now that he's temporarily put away the urge to be a little shit (it will certainly resurface in due time) he looks every bit the small, eager heir.
and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
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and then quickly becoming the embarrassed, flustered, incredibly pleased heir - the color working its way onto his cheeks as he isn't sure how to accept Leo's words at first.
because Tsukasa lives in a separate world from even idols sometimes - he is used to words of praise, gifts, putting on the airs of faux kindness for the sake of connections and politeness. but none of it, none of the diamond-encrusted gifts or smiles coming from perfectly made up faces, will manage to compare to this.
nothing manages to compare to his rumpled mess of a leader first thing in the morning, every bit as painfully genuine and shameless as Tsukasa knows him to be... even if he can hardly believe it]
Isn't the point that all of your songs are nice, Leader... [just - quietly, almost disbelieving. he might be a little too distracted by his new task: curious fingers reaching up to pull out Leo's hair tie the rest of the way, fingers already gently working out any tangles that might've appeared overnight]
And aren't you being a little too cliche?
[not that tsukasa's entirely against it - he's all for picturesque moments and a love worthy of fairy tales, after all
but still.]