( he knows he can't possibly understand what he's actually saying, but maybe given the context of this little reunion, he might actually be able to grasp at straws and put two and two together; yeah, okay, sure they haven't known each other for very long, and he's never bothered getting attached to people in the first place because they always leave and maybe he'd thought that was what happened. maybe toji had disappeared into thin air like kakashi had, like haku had, and maybe that had been what kept him from checking in on him in the first place. not knowing is somehow better than leaving a message and never getting a reply, because then he would know, and that would just —
make it hurt worse.
but he's here, a solid, heavy, familiar and comforting weight above him and his heart does a ridiculous stutter-stop-flutter behind the cage of his ribs that he tries to ignore, because yeah they really should be talking, catching up, doing something other than making sure there is no space at all between them.
he sighs into that kiss, something so much slower and so much more intimate than he might have expected from him but only because they've always been more teeth than anything else, but he likes it, melts into it, wants to fucking lose himself to it because this man makes him feel the most wanted he's ever felt, and if he ends up clinging a little bit. well.
he'll deny it, but it doesn't matter.
he pulls back for a gasping breath and gently bonks their foreheads together, laughing quietly into the minimal space between their lips. )
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Date: 2023-05-31 12:48 am (UTC)make it hurt worse.
but he's here, a solid, heavy, familiar and comforting weight above him and his heart does a ridiculous stutter-stop-flutter behind the cage of his ribs that he tries to ignore, because yeah they really should be talking, catching up, doing something other than making sure there is no space at all between them.
he sighs into that kiss, something so much slower and so much more intimate than he might have expected from him but only because they've always been more teeth than anything else, but he likes it, melts into it, wants to fucking lose himself to it because this man makes him feel the most wanted he's ever felt, and if he ends up clinging a little bit. well.
he'll deny it, but it doesn't matter.
he pulls back for a gasping breath and gently bonks their foreheads together, laughing quietly into the minimal space between their lips. )
Fuckin' right you did.
( thanks for finally coming back. )