[ toji snorts this at cain's feigned confidence. he knows forced cockiness when he sees it, lived half his life learning how to fake it well enough that he stopped being able to tell the difference himself. cain does earn himself a rake of teeth against his lips for it, but it's not a reprimand. it's just toji chasing more connection in ways that feel familiar to him, in the only ways he really knows how.
still, increasingly with cain even the familiar patterns are starting to feel foreign to toji and while he's more than aware of why, he can't look those answers in the eye. all he can do is bury himself in the moment, give into impulse and desire so he doesn't have to question their source. he strokes over the flat of cain's stomach, hiking his shirt up to map out the sharp ridges of each rib. ]
You've lost weight, you little shit. What was that about eating?
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[ toji snorts this at cain's feigned confidence. he knows forced cockiness when he sees it, lived half his life learning how to fake it well enough that he stopped being able to tell the difference himself. cain does earn himself a rake of teeth against his lips for it, but it's not a reprimand. it's just toji chasing more connection in ways that feel familiar to him, in the only ways he really knows how.
still, increasingly with cain even the familiar patterns are starting to feel foreign to toji and while he's more than aware of why, he can't look those answers in the eye. all he can do is bury himself in the moment, give into impulse and desire so he doesn't have to question their source. he strokes over the flat of cain's stomach, hiking his shirt up to map out the sharp ridges of each rib. ]
You've lost weight, you little shit. What was that about eating?