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H-Hey, hey, relax, damnit!

>Taking a deep breath to ease his nervousness, Kanji softly took ahold of Kou’s wrist and brought them down. From his hair getting towel dried, it stuck up in on places and in all directions. He blushed, feeling all the different angles.

Yer supposed to be the laid back one here! So quit bein’ on edge, yer gonna make me worse then I am… I-I mean! Uh… heh…

>Letting slip his nervousness, Kanji looked down at his bare chest and blushed himself. Gulping, he turned around and started speed walking to the stairs leading to his room.

U-Uh… Ya’ can empty yer bags if ya’ want, I-I’m gonna go ch-change…

>He quickly took the stairs and barged into his room, smacking himself on the forehead.  

Idiot! Ya’ gotta stop thinkin’ ‘bout… that! ya’ don’t even know if Kou wants to yet! Damnit… Get yer act together and get downstairs!  

>Kou couldn’t help but to stare as Kanji quickly shot up and he grabbed the other male’s wrist out of his concern. He knew that his pitch was higher than normal, but he had to say something.

H-Hey! It’s fine! You don’t have to do that! I don’t mind! It doesn’t bother me!

>He knew that what he was saying could be interpreted in the wrong way, but it didn’t bother him. Kou wasn’t concerned about Kanji and was actually bothered by how impulsive that he was being more than anything. This was a trait that he frequently reprimanded himself over.

I’m like this because I can’t stop acting so-

>Kou didn’t know how to finish that one. He didn’t have a word to explain it. Would grabby be the correct word? Kou wasn’t sure.

Why am I acting so clingy when I’m around you? I mean… I can usually hold back, but why is it so hard when I’m with you?

>Kanji heard Kou’s voice from behind his bedroom door. He slowly lowered his hand that was still resting on his forehead, face beginning to flush. Taking a breath, he quickly began to throw on clothes as Kou continued to talk. After stumbling around his room, Kanji finally managed to throw on some pants as he finished confessing, if he could call it that. Opening the door, he stared down at Kou before pulling him into a hug.

Sounds like a tough question to me… It kinda makes my brain hurt. Why don’t ya’ just stop questionin’ it ‘n stop fightin’ it? Lemme go get a shirt on, ‘n ya’ go downstairs to cut that cake? It smelt pretty damn good!

>After hoping he reassured Kou a little bit, Kanji let him go and walked back into his room.

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