#kazzoen

The kiss is welcomed with the kind of ease that’s born from years of trust. His movements are fluid when he shifts, presses closer and returns the kiss with a pliant mouth while his hands settle, one resting on Kazuma’s upper arm while the other cupped the back of his neck. When the kiss ends, it’s obvious that Suguru has softened in his own way. His shoulders are loose, relaxed, and his expression has melted from it’s usual calculated mischief into something a little more serene, a little more genuine. 

He doesn’t have to think about how incredible it is that they’ve made it this far, doesn’t have to think about how much they’ve grown since they were little kids, them against the world. Suguru is more than aware and the fact that Kazuma brings it up has a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Already, Suguru can feel his knuckles shift into tender soreness. Slowly, he relaxes his hand before drawing it into a fist and again, loosening. It gives him something to focus on as he watches his best friend react and at the same time, allows him to quietly test out the damage he may have done to himself (the downside of his views means he doesn't know how to throw a proper punch, not with familiarity.)

Even when Kazuma signs, Suguru doesn't say anything in response. He doesn’t regret the shift in his knuckles, or the blood he can see seeping from his friend’s nose; however, it's only after a moment does he move, first to pull out a packet of tissues, and then to offer it towards the other. There’s nothing apologetic about the gesture (how is one apologetic when they don’t feel guilt), but that doesn’t mean he can’t help his best friend stop the bleeding.

Tugs at Sakijima's shirt when he runs out of freckles on his neck and pushes the material up. Time to connect all the freckles on his back as well.

Send a 👗 for Sakijima to dress you;

lev…. jar jar….