Oops? Well, maybe it’s fair that Omi took it the wrong way. Akaya sits up, as he was told nothing about having to keep laying on the floor. It’s cold there without Omi’s hot body on top of him, okay?

He dutifully keeps the blindfold on, toying with it as he leans back against the kitchen cabinets. When he hears Omi coming back, he grins in his direction.

“You know that’s not what I meant, baby.”