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"Kyouji-san. Do you like me?"
"What gives you that impression?" Kyouji says, face-down in Satomi's lap, arms wrapped around his midsection.
Satomi laughs. "Just a feeling," he says, and strokes Kyouji's back. He wonders if Kyouji has noticed yet that he always gets more handsy when Satomi's wearing this particular shirt. Probably not. Probably doesn't even realize why. Kyouji can be a little stupid. "I like you a lot," he tells him, in case he's forgotten that on purpose again.
"Is that right?" Kyouji says vaguely. "Nah, that can't be right."
"Pretty sure." He pretends to think about it. "Yeah. I like you. I've always liked you, actually." He rests his hand on the back of Kyouji's head. Without any product, it's soft and floppy like the man it's attached to. The faded red plaid of his shirt looks brighter against the black. "Always," he repeats to Kyouji's grunt of disapproval. "So, since I like you soooooo much, I want you to like me back. It would make me really happy if you did."
"Whatever you want, Satomi-kun," Kyouji says in a long-suffering voice. But when he looks up, his dark eyes are sparkling.