[ Rinne furrows his brows in confusion. Clueless? But he likes that Rinne is? The words are strange and unfamiliar, especially when strung together like that. Come to think of it, he's younger than Takasugi, young enough to feel the difference between them. Takasugi probably thinks of him as a child: something soft and fragile, always a few steps behind. And it's nothing a king should think about, but sometimes, Rinne thinks it wouldn't be so bad to have someone older to lean on. Someone sharper and steadier who eases the weight of his shoulders. If such a person would like himāsoft and clueless as he isāwell, that would be nice. No wonder his brother wanted that.
But Rinne wasnāt that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugiās sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would neverā¦ Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, heā¦
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of courseāGod knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alikeā¦
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should justā ]
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But Rinne wasnāt that clueless. Maybe, like his clever little brother, Rinne knew exactly how this looked and ignored it, counting on Takasugiās sense of propriety and his goodwill to keep anything from happening. Maybe he could contrive some other innocent reason to be with him. Maybe he thought that Takasugi would neverā¦ Right? Despite all appearances, Takasugi is dependable, respectable, and a good person. An idol. Someone who should be out of his reach. But Takasugi looked so lonely that night, and if there was anything Rinne could do to let him know how lovely he looked in the light, heā¦
Oh.
Oh.
He knew Takasugi was fond of him, but not like this. The kiss is gentler than last time. It's so much softer on his lips, he almost thinks it's a trick. Why kiss him like this? They haven't saved anything or anyone, so he doesn't think he's done anything to deserve it. Are they in a rush? He should take it back, pull away. It's best that Rinne makes him to stay another way. But his hands are in his, and imprinting is a dangerous thing. When Rinne's shameful thoughts start pouring in, there's truly nothing he can do to stop them.
They really shouldn't be doing this.
Because when Rinne melts, all he can think about is how he wanted his own flesh and blood to fold just like this, taking all the love he couldn't give him. They would be doing nothing as terrible as this, of courseāGod knows Rinne would rather let lightning strike him. But his fingers are still laced together with Takasugi's, his eyes are closed so he can focus on his lips, and if their souls are anything alikeā¦
If Takasugi wants to do something disgraceful, Rinne thinks he should justā ]