( how obedient. the control turns something pleasant in the pit of takasugi's stomach, as he takes his time, lazily running his tipsy fingers through rinne's hair. it must feel nice, with the way he's reacting. good. why deny yourself what you want? why follow all those rules and traditions that didn't matter anymore? he doesn't have room to criticize, as he's still walking the line of a hero without looking back. but it's there on the tip of his tongue nonetheless—

"have fun with me instead". )

And how would you have me stop them? Take all those kisses for myself?

( it's a joke. amagi-kun's a graceful creature, despite all his sharp edges, and so takasugi knows he'll get it. probably.

he draws his hand down, thumb caressing the edge of rinne's cheek. it's softer than he remembers, when he's not trying to push him away and fill the space between them with distance. it makes him miss something, but he's not even sure what he's missing, doing this, the cotton sensation in his head getting more prominent.

best not to press too hard, anyhow, when an idol's selling point was also their face. )

Send them my way in the future, and I'll take care of it. That's a manager's job, right? To keep my cute subordinates from getting too overwhelmed. Only, ...