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How Kagiura’s hand looks compared to his is the first thing Hirano notices when Kagiura rests his palm against his for the first time. The touch isn’t unpleasant, but it’s not anything special either. Hirano doesn’t get it. Yet he finds himself unwilling to move while his phone’s timer counts the seconds passing.
Kagiura laces their fingers together.
The second, third, fourth time is similar.
Maybe Hirano shouldn’t spoil his roommate, but what’s the harm in it? It’s not like Kagiura would do anything to make him uncomfortable. Like…
Fighting a blush, Hirano looks away at the thought. How weird.
