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>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.

>Kou didn’t hear the door open or Kanji coming down the stairs so when he was embraced from behind, Kou’s body shot up and stiffened slightly. He saw Kanji’s bare arms and could tell that he was only half dressed at the moment. Kou closed his eyes for a second and let out a breath through his mouth. He partically turned his head back so that he could look at Kanji.

K-Kanji! B-But… It’s not something that’s considered “acceptable”, you know?

>He looked away so that Kanji couldn’t see the conflict in his eyes. Shortly after, Kanji had released his grip around him and he too decided to get up when Kanji did. Kou tried to push away what was bothering him and distract himself with something else. He followed Kanji up the stairs to his room and stopped outside of his door, knocking on the doorframe lightly as to not spook him.

Mind if I come with you? 

>Kanji let out a small smile at Kou’s flustered answer. Though he could tell he was obviously conflicted, Kanji liked how he relaxed into the hug, taking that moment to forget his worries. Since his mind was focused on this, Kanji hadn’t noticed as Kou followed him up the stairs. He jumped lightly at the soft knock, turning halfway around to blush at Kou.

Uh… S-Sure… Come on in…

>Turning quickly around to hide his face, Kanji walked over to his closet and pulled it open. He gazed at the shirts, but was too embarrassed to make a move to grab one. Kanji felt Kou’s eyes on him, gulping and willing himself to actually move.

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