Yukimura probably has no idea how cute he can look sometimes. It’s not really a trait that people commonly associate with him, but Akaya does. Just in these brief glimpses where he’s unguarded and vulnerable. Maybe he doesn’t show it to a lot of people, but that would be why Akaya finds it so captivating.

He can feel that now in his kiss. He inhales slowly as their lips meet, his hand slipping up Yukimura’s face and brushing over his ear as he pulls him closer. He does understand. This kiss is different. It’s like the way he used to kiss him, the kind of kiss that is in the moment, suspended in time.