A couple moments into that nuzzle and after the words, that cheek went softly red in the dimmed lights of the bunk room. Aoba peeked up at Declan with hazel eyes, pulling his hands forward so that it was the Titan’s cheek and jawline that his fingers stroked across, matching his partner in the softness of the gesture.

“Thank you for…still accepting me, after everything,” he murmured softly in exchange. “I…remembered an old Japanese legend I thought of, in regards to the two of us. Have any of the things you’ve read about Japan covered traditional holidays? Specifically…Tanabata?”