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Ichiro remembers their first impressions almost too perfectly, albeit maybe with some alterations here and there because curse his otaku brain.
The altered Samatoki in his head, has light shining behind him which casts a halo around his silver strands and the sight of it is–majestic, one might say. Maybe even holy as well but Samatoki’s personality is there to keep the holiness in check.
Ichiro isn’t sure how he looked in Samatoki’s eyes in return though, a part of him screamed that he shouldn’t care.
But he does anyway, care, that is.
Damn it all to hell.
Maybe he looks like a puppy, following his master around whilst wagging his tail excitedly?
Ichiro is a human being though.
Even if he likes the pets and ruffles on his head given by the older male.
Shut up.