[ When the glasses were off, when the full scope of realization has hit him, Majima realized— he made a mistake. The glasses were an armor, a mask as many of those he was familiar with, damn protective gear, and here he was taking them off. Insensitive asshole. But it was too late now, and Zhao had let him, so instead of letting the guilt choke him, he let the gratitude flood the craters in his heart.
Yes, the sight was different, almost scaringly so, just how well the glasses hid how soft Zhao's eyes were. Soft, pretty, and far sadder than the always joking attitude could tell.
Then the whirlwind of thoughts was halted with just a simple kiss, quiet one, like a whisper. A whisper telling him to part his lips at the tease, to playfully nip, to— It's been a long time since he allowed anyone this close. Willingly. All that's good in life, the true human connection, has left his life on the day Saejima shot eighteen yakuza dead. But everything was different here, everything was going to be different. It's a new beginning, and Zhao was kissing him as if Majima wasn't made out of nightmares. ]
Yer good, gigolo— [ He heard himself whisper in an oddly sultry voice, one step closer, hip pressing against hip. Then he realized he still had the shaded glasses in his hand ] Ah—
[ The brief awkward stumble and... ]
Thank you, for lettin' me see— [ A tilt of a head that felt so natural, yet still making him wonder who was at the steer of Goro Majima right now. ] Gonna say it's yer turn if ya want me to cast somethin' off
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Yes, the sight was different, almost scaringly so, just how well the glasses hid how soft Zhao's eyes were. Soft, pretty, and far sadder than the always joking attitude could tell.
Then the whirlwind of thoughts was halted with just a simple kiss, quiet one, like a whisper. A whisper telling him to part his lips at the tease, to playfully nip, to— It's been a long time since he allowed anyone this close. Willingly. All that's good in life, the true human connection, has left his life on the day Saejima shot eighteen yakuza dead. But everything was different here, everything was going to be different. It's a new beginning, and Zhao was kissing him as if Majima wasn't made out of nightmares. ]
Yer good, gigolo— [ He heard himself whisper in an oddly sultry voice, one step closer, hip pressing against hip. Then he realized he still had the shaded glasses in his hand ] Ah—
[ The brief awkward stumble and... ]
Thank you, for lettin' me see— [ A tilt of a head that felt so natural, yet still making him wonder who was at the steer of Goro Majima right now. ] Gonna say it's yer turn if ya want me to cast somethin' off