——is he honestly touching him…? He should know there’s
punishments for such things, not to mention the intimacy
in front of everyone was more than irritating. He could feel
people’s gazes boring into him, and when his eyes gazed
back to the other’s hands moving closer to his face, the
prefect held them in his own palms, a scolding look sent
the brunette’s way.❝ …what are you doing, Tsunayoshi. ❞
’ i - hic - dunno. ’ he stumbles trying to walk, equilibrium decimated by the very little alcohol he’d consumed. and it’s just his luck that he manages to face-plant right into kyoya’s torso – and that’s going to be mortifying to remember tomorrow. If he remembers it. ’ … i’m dizzy. ’ his voice is muffled by kyoya’s clothing and content – he makes no effort to move.
