[He wishes he wouldn’t do this to him, how he can make Chikusa’s heart thud painfully against his chest with only a simple brush of a leather covered hand. There’s probably a blush spreading from where those fingers grazed him, but he at least manages to keep his calm otherwise.]
Since I’m involved with you, I think it’s a bit late to say that…. [And then after a second-] Don’t hurt yourself.
[And he closes the door before he can see what Mukuro’s expression becomes like.]
[With nothing to do now but pass the time, Chikusa tries to occupy himself. He takes a bath, always relaxing, tries to watch the news…. Even finds himself drawn to sketching out that gorgeous intense expression that had been on the demon’s face, his heart twisting in his chest as he does so.]
[But unable to help himself… He keeps glancing to his phone, wondering if he’ll get a call- whether from the Church on whatever happens to the demon he’s supposed to exercise, or Mukuro himself.]
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Since I’m involved with you, I think it’s a bit late to say that…. [And then after a second-] Don’t hurt yourself.
[And he closes the door before he can see what Mukuro’s expression becomes like.]
[With nothing to do now but pass the time, Chikusa tries to occupy himself. He takes a bath, always relaxing, tries to watch the news…. Even finds himself drawn to sketching out that gorgeous intense expression that had been on the demon’s face, his heart twisting in his chest as he does so.]
[But unable to help himself… He keeps glancing to his phone, wondering if he’ll get a call- whether from the Church on whatever happens to the demon he’s supposed to exercise, or Mukuro himself.]