"Hifumin." Despite the utter lack of any aggression in tone or gaze, somehow he still is able to hold himself as intimidating - tone firm as he holds the coat out towards him. "Please dress properly for this weather. Being able to maintain your body heat in these temperatures is critical for your well-being." His gaze is equally as stubborn, unfaltering as he stares him down. "Please."
his lower lip juts out momentarily , eyes wide as he stares at the piece of clothing ; he almost looks like a kid who got his favorite candy stolen , except he’s 29 , and a concerned partner is telling him he can’t go out on a winter day with a shirt that barely covers his chest area . same thing .
‘ but it doesn’t go with my outfiiiit , ’ it’s close to a whine . he holds the coat of the fabric’s ends and brings it close to shirt , just to prove that the colors clash . but ah , he grabbed it now , and jakurai keeps staring . and he said hifumin . maybe he can just ...
it’s still with a pout that the puts on the garment , if only to please the doctor ( even if he plans to take it off once he’s out the door ) . ‘ fiiiine , but like , only because it’s sensei’s . and maybe it won’t look so bad if it’s me , ’ he fixes the coat , twirling in it . his movement comes to a halt once he’s facing sensei again , hands in his pockets and face up , lips puckered . goodbye kiss ?
