[ A proper kiss... He has to go back a year to recall that kiss. Was it proper? No, not at all. They'd been nude in the water, and Shouto almost froze and boiled Allen all at once while he was technically still injured.
He draws back to take in his naked chest, thin but strong filled with a tapestry of encounters Shouto could never understand. The first time he'd seen them was on that day at the beach. It hadn't mattered as much as seeing him alive.
He tips his chin up to look at Allen, a hand coming up to trace his bottom lip. He remembers that week of solitude when corruption snapped at his heels forcing him to sleep at the base of a cherry blossom tree. He waited alongside Tim until the days started to blur and the nights stretched on and he thought about the times they'd fought together. How Allen had been with him throughout his nightmare, keeping him from straying from the path. How he'd kiss him on the cheek, and how Shouto could only think that he'd missed his mark entirely.
Shouto looks at him fondly. ] Do you still want a proper kiss?
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He draws back to take in his naked chest, thin but strong filled with a tapestry of encounters Shouto could never understand. The first time he'd seen them was on that day at the beach. It hadn't mattered as much as seeing him alive.
He tips his chin up to look at Allen, a hand coming up to trace his bottom lip. He remembers that week of solitude when corruption snapped at his heels forcing him to sleep at the base of a cherry blossom tree. He waited alongside Tim until the days started to blur and the nights stretched on and he thought about the times they'd fought together. How Allen had been with him throughout his nightmare, keeping him from straying from the path. How he'd kiss him on the cheek, and how Shouto could only think that he'd missed his mark entirely.
Shouto looks at him fondly. ] Do you still want a proper kiss?