He parts from his lover just enough to shrug the jacket of his uniform off, shoulders shaking lightly with breathless laughter. Why does he bother putting on all those layers, asks the other boy, when he knew it was going to come off later anyway, because this was scheduled, it's always planned ahead in advance. It's just as ridiculous a question as asking why he bothers getting dressed when he knows he's going to take his clothes off to go to bed. It's the Hope's Peak uniform, he answers bluntly, and as long as he is on school grounds he's going to wear it properly, unlike someone.
He does flinch a little when it's pointed out that he's eased up a little on a certain few other things he used to be so rigid about, but instead of letting himself rise to the bait, he responds with a shove. His partner's much bigger, and certainly strong enough to take him down, but he gladly lets himself stumble back and topple backwards onto the bed instead. Kiyotaka casts the blazer aside and loosens his tie a little before following after him, eager to pick up where they left off.
Kiyotaka had seen his share of startling and unpleasant things during the infestation, but nothing that made him push his partner back with a startled noise before. He looked down at his hands with wide eyes, positive for a moment that they would be stained red.
It was supposed to be a reprieve from the mindfuck of invasive memories, witnessing events he was never present for and being unable to distinguish his own emotions from whoever he was caught under mistletoe with. He made sure to take a glance at the ceiling when he entered the room and everything. But even if there had been a plant he missed, just what kind of a memory was that? He had seen through the eyes of a murderer. Hajime wasn't... he wouldn't...
His hand shot out to grab Hajime's arm and give a firm squeeze. Flesh and blood. That couldn't have been a memory of his, so what the hell?
"That-- that doesn't make any sense..." Was it a product of his own imagination? That was equally baffling.
now it's awful for everyone
He does flinch a little when it's pointed out that he's eased up a little on a certain few other things he used to be so rigid about, but instead of letting himself rise to the bait, he responds with a shove. His partner's much bigger, and certainly strong enough to take him down, but he gladly lets himself stumble back and topple backwards onto the bed instead. Kiyotaka casts the blazer aside and loosens his tie a little before following after him, eager to pick up where they left off.
Kiyotaka had seen his share of startling and unpleasant things during the infestation, but nothing that made him push his partner back with a startled noise before. He looked down at his hands with wide eyes, positive for a moment that they would be stained red.
It was supposed to be a reprieve from the mindfuck of invasive memories, witnessing events he was never present for and being unable to distinguish his own emotions from whoever he was caught under mistletoe with. He made sure to take a glance at the ceiling when he entered the room and everything. But even if there had been a plant he missed, just what kind of a memory was that? He had seen through the eyes of a murderer. Hajime wasn't... he wouldn't...
His hand shot out to grab Hajime's arm and give a firm squeeze. Flesh and blood. That couldn't have been a memory of his, so what the hell?
"That-- that doesn't make any sense..." Was it a product of his own imagination? That was equally baffling.