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Often, Honebami didn’t dare to do anything further than holding Urashima’s hand when they hung out together. They’d sit outside, on the grass, and the Kotetsu would casually place his hand on Honebami’s lap, where the latter would intertwine their fingers together or caress them, tracing every contour. As Urashima chattered about just every topic that came to mind, the older wakizashi’s mind would sometimes wander off, simply relaxed by the comforting sound of his crush’s voice, which many found a bit too energetic to actually have any sort of soothing properties.
In one of those moments, Urashima did notice that no attention was being paid to his conversation anymore. But it didn’t bother him; he was already used to the difficulties of communicating with the quietest Toushirou, and if anything, the fact that Honebami could drop his guard with him only proved the strength of their bond.
But he decided to take a little advantage of that moment of distraction. His free hand carefully met Honebami’s cheek, so soft it was and so easily it blushed once the contact had been perceived, eliciting a grin and a hearty “Heheh!” from the younger one as Honebami turned his head towards him.
They stayed like that for a while. Urashima gently cupping his hand around Honebami’s face, and Honebami listening to him. Both however far more focused on each other’s eyes, the sunny greens and the nocturnal violets, ones half-closed with laughter and the others giving off the always wide, piercing stare despite the lack of bad intent. At some point, silence ensued. Then came a question that honestly, neither of them had seen coming.
“Honebami-kun…
can I kiss you?”
And oh how it deepened, the blush tinting both boys pink up to their ears. And yet Honebami did not flinch. Perhaps, he was already aware of his own wish for it to happen, if only internally enough to make it an unconscious feeling. The Kotetsu’s smile now had a shy, apologetic demeanor to it, which Honebami couldn’t help but find endearing and by the time he had mustered up the courage to give a single nod as consent, Urashima was already leaning in closer, slowly. When the tips of their noses touched, he was stopped by his own nervousness. Another laugh, soft as a whisper, left his lips, so close to Honebami’s.
He didn’t expect the Toushirou to finish the job himself.
Tilting his head to the side in a slightly miscalculated angle, Honebami’s lips clumsily pressed against the other’s; so soft, so warm and tender, Urashima thought, yet it felt like his heart was going to run away from his chest any second. The hand that was on Honebami’s cheek slid to entangle itself between silky white locks and made the kiss linger on for more than the other had intended. Both too timid and clueless to know of anything else, the swords were more than content with such a contact, so simple yet intimate, letting both feel each other’s warmth, their scent, their synced heartbeats.
As slowly as they had leaned in they pulled apart, just enough for Urashima to rest his forehead on Honebami’s. Embarrassment had finally set in the white-haired one who now stubbornly avoided the other’s gaze despite the closeness.
“Aw, Honebami-kun,” Urashima pouted, “C’mon… I wanna tell you that I like you now!”
Dark eyes instantly stared to the front, widening with shock.
“Heh.” Despite how flustered he was, Urashima certainly kept his spirit.
“I love you.”