[picked up from [[this]] adorable post with @radiioman ]
Shouta wouldnât dare admit it, but the small acts of affection were starting to rub off on him, the little things were slowly but surely becoming more appreciated and reciprocated. Like the subtle ways the corners of his mouth rose when Hizashi entered a room, the way his breath hitched when he heard the voice heâd grown to flat out adore before falling back into a rhythm that did nothing to steady his heart.Â
âYou wish, Zashi,â the little quip came with a sly narrowing of dark eyes, a smile that was there and gone again in a matter of seconds. Once again, itâs place was taken by a deadpan, tired expression; though keen eyes could spot that spark of light in his eyes, that little flame of mischief.Â
Shouta slipped an arm around Hizashiâs waist, easily played off as steadying the loud blond to move past him if caught in a glance. âExcuse me, Mic.â He scooted past, the touch lingering longer than it should have. âDonât you have a class to get to? Iâm sure the students are anxious to start.â
