[ If it makes Kazunari feel any better, Tsumugi is also struggling to persevere. Each tap of his finger chips away at his composure, and he has no one to blame but himself because he asked him to do this. His touch is soft and light, and the press against his lips only reminds him more of how it felt to kiss him.
He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. It's just going to make things weird, isn't it? Neither of them have brought up what happened that day. All he can really be sure of is that Kazunari didn't hate it enough to immediately tell him, which doesn't bring as much comfort as it should.
But he's not invincible. So as he feels that press against his lips again, his eyes open slowly, and he very intentionally kisses the tip of his finger. ]
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He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. It's just going to make things weird, isn't it? Neither of them have brought up what happened that day. All he can really be sure of is that Kazunari didn't hate it enough to immediately tell him, which doesn't bring as much comfort as it should.
But he's not invincible. So as he feels that press against his lips again, his eyes open slowly, and he very intentionally kisses the tip of his finger. ]