[ A flicker of fire runs up the left side of his hair dancing among the red. Heterochromic eyes widen in wonder and a bit of anticipation. His mouth parts slightly, but he makes no move to speak.
Staring down at him with his hair hanging like a hallow above him, Shouto stares in growing understanding. The thin flickers of flame keep burning sending his hair into disarray as he realizes he'd missed another puzzle piece and slides it into place. Allen, who always cleaned himself out of his sight during their baths, coming in first so he was usually in the water before Shouto could wash himself down before entering the bath. Who always hid away from view when they changed into their sleeping clothes. It became part of their routine, Shouto almost forgot how uncomfortable he was with nudity.
Allen, who was in a state Shouto hardly ever saw him in, shirtless and offering to try something neither of them had ever skimmed the edge of until today. He'd always been ahead of him, and for once, it feels like walking in stride with him.
If you do too?
Deep within his heart where his fire is fueled, Shouto holds onto that feeling and the fire in his hair dies down until it's gone. The tension in his muscles drains from him, and he gently leans down until his elbows touch the bedding on either of Allen. ]
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Staring down at him with his hair hanging like a hallow above him, Shouto stares in growing understanding. The thin flickers of flame keep burning sending his hair into disarray as he realizes he'd missed another puzzle piece and slides it into place. Allen, who always cleaned himself out of his sight during their baths, coming in first so he was usually in the water before Shouto could wash himself down before entering the bath. Who always hid away from view when they changed into their sleeping clothes. It became part of their routine, Shouto almost forgot how uncomfortable he was with nudity.
Allen, who was in a state Shouto hardly ever saw him in, shirtless and offering to try something neither of them had ever skimmed the edge of until today. He'd always been ahead of him, and for once, it feels like walking in stride with him.
If you do too?
Deep within his heart where his fire is fueled, Shouto holds onto that feeling and the fire in his hair dies down until it's gone. The tension in his muscles drains from him, and he gently leans down until his elbows touch the bedding on either of Allen. ]