Where does this spark come from? Being this close, feeling those palms at his face and fingers in his hair, looking point blank into those beautiful green eyes so close he can feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. It makes his chest tingle and his stomach flutter, and every inch of him feels alive with energy.

It's just a casual thing. But it makes him so happy.

He laughs softly and closes the distance for a quick kiss. "At least try to be believable. Did you forget about this already?" He tugs at the makeshift blindfold sitting across Akaya's brow. Akaya couldn't have known how he looked when he was presumably mad.

Honestly, that seemed a likely factor in the misunderstanding in the first place. Akaya had no visual context for expression or body language to gauge his real mood. Something for Omi to keep in mind with his own reactions.