#kitamiya

theyre totally backhugging here bro trust me

kitayama is lazing on his bed, streched out on his side staring at the television while miyata sits up, perched right in the middle of the bed. kitayama had to shift his body upwards a bit to be able to see all of the tv when the other had first sat down saying," you aren't made of glass you know. i can't see through you." miyata had only laugh and said sorry.

that was hours ago. now, kitayama is only gazing at the tv, he had no idea what is actually going on in the late night drama that is playing on the screen. miyata's still sitting there, eyes never having left the screen, but kitayama doesn't think he's paying much attention either. 

he tests this theory by dragging the tips of his finger of miyata's arm, tickling the bare skin and raising goose bumps. 

kitayama's brain doesn't register it at first, but he hears a faint <i>giggle</i> from miyata and he drags his fingers over the skin again just to be sure. he finds it a sort of enjoyable sound and without trying to arise suspicion, kitayama places his free hand on miyata's side, then wiggles his fingers.