A-ya stared at his friend, eyes captivated by the way his hair glowed in the sunlight. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but decided it was for the best not to. -shuuen-no-roleplay
It was days like these that C-ta had preferred; just A-ya and him, alone in the old music room together. Nobody to bother them. It was perfect.
As the sunlight shined through the windows, he could tell A-ya was staring. He didnât mind this at all, of course. He didnât mind anything A-ya did actually. In fact, he liked how much A-ya was paying attention to him and only him.Â
âHey, what are you looking at?â he said on a whim, tone calm and caring. He leans forward a bit as well, looking at A-ya with loving eyes like always.
âYeah, really. Your fingers feel nice.â Really nice. Theyâre so gentle⌠He relaxed into his touch, playing with the otherâs hair happily. He had often admired how attractive his friend was, though heâd likely never admit it, and the soft fluffiness of his hair only served to be more endearing. Without thinking, he leaned in to press their foreheads together.
âA-yaâŚâ The moment their foreheads touched, he couldnât help but want to deal the distance permanently. Although he wasnât even aware, he slowly started moving closer to A-yaâs face.
















