Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-10-07 10:37 pm (UTC)

Well Aoba wasn’t sure about the first, but that second little noise of surprise definitely came from him. The nerves in Aoba’s hair were at their most dull state at those faded tips (and he had yet to give himself the haircut that he was sorely in need of) but far from dead. He felt that touch and felt it keenly, but instead of it being for pain it was because of how very aware of it he was.

“I-” His words tried to start up without any thoughts to go with them, scattered as they were. He’d never, ever liked anyone touching his hair, but it hadn’t hurt—and he found himself certain that hands like Declan’s would be just as gentle with it as Aoba himself would be. Not just at the tips, but at any part of the growth.

Could Declan feel his heart pounding with a touch that brief? It seemed almost impossible that the Guardian wouldn’t, with how that overexcited organ was rushing all of Aoba’s blood to his face.

“I…definitely won’t ever do that,” he managed to agree after some fumbling. He wasn’t unhappy, anything but, but he was out. If he admitted anything more than what he already had, he was absolutely going to die. His fingers were definitely on the shaky side as he turned the heat down under the nikujaga, but he didn’t regret anything. He was just…at his limit for today, he thought.

He reached for bowls to fill, and decided it was enough just to add, “You’re not allowed to forget me either, Declan.”

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