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Akito's face is pretty. Toya could stare at him for hours, especially at his cute expressions. It doesn't matter which one, he likes them all: how Akito's brows furrow in embarrassment all the time, how he gets the sweetest dimples on his cheeks whenever he smiles or how his eyelashes flutter when he's overwhelmed. When it's summer, Akito's face covers with freckles, as if the sun itself came down from the sky just to leave a bunch of tender kisses on his adorable cheeks. Akito always grumbles when they show up and tries to cover them with a concealer, but Toya reassures him that he looks even better this way.
Akito is handsome, at this point. Overall; not just his face. Usually, Akito complains about his red hair, but Toya, once again, keeps telling him that his hair is beautiful. His surprisingly soft strands are always intertwine with each other, no matter how many times at day Akito uses a brush. Toya finds himself grateful for that fact because this way he can play with Akito's locks all the time, explaining it with a reason that he simply wants to help him with untangling his messy hair. Actually, Akito complained about his whole appearance, telling Toya that he looks not good enough, that his skin tone and hands are ugly and they're nothing compared to Toya's "angelic" (as he said it yourself) skin. Toya was only giggling at his words fondly, convincing him otherwise. He loved everything about Akito. Isn't it beautiful how different they are yet how perfect they match each other?
Akito's touches are lovely. He's gentle, despite everyone thinking about Akito as someone who's too agressive, unable to show any signs of love or care. Toya knows they're wrong. He knows, because whenever they're hugging, Toya almost feels the affection radiating from Akito's body, and Akito holds him as if he's the most fragile thing in the world. He knows, because whenever they're holding hands, Akito's grip never was painful, yet tight enough for Toya to feel safe. He knows, because whenever Akito ruffles his hair and Toya looks at him, Akito's face breaks into a wide smile.
Akito's lips are lovely, too. Whenever they share the same gentle kiss, Toya felt loved. Sometimes his kisses felt sweet (in any possible way), and it wasn't surprising, knowing Akito's addiction for sweets.
Oh.
Akito's eyes are alluring. Toya always admired them, he could drown in his green eyes. Toya thought that his colorless silver ones are too boring, unlike Akito's.
"...Toya."
...Akito's voice is captivating. Toya loved listening to his voice, whether he's singing or just talking to him. It's rough yet laced with the evident affection to which Akito is completely oblivious most of the time. It's... Cute, to say the least.
"Toya."
...Oh.
"Yeah?"
Akito looks at him with that embarrassed frown of his while his cheeks flushed in the loveliest way possible.
"I told you to stop staring at me while we are..." He trails off and looks away.
Toya blinks at him. Is it so hard to say?
"...Kissing?"
"Toya, stop!" His grip on Toya's shoulders tightens as he lowers his head, wincing at his partner's bluntness. "Seriously, can't you just keep your eyes closed? It's embarrassing..." He mutters under his breath.
A soft smile spreads across Toya's face.
"Sometimes I can't stop looking at you. Sorry..." He says quietly. "I just really love how you look."
Akito looks up at him and sighs. "Don't apologize. You know that it's just me and my grumpy self." His expression softens and he rests his chin on Toya's shoulder, pulling him into a hug (probably just to hide his flustered face).
Akito's love is something that he cherishes the most.
They stay like that for a moment. Just them and comfortable silence, except for their calm breathing.
"...And I love you, Toya." He whispers only for them two to hear, even though they are alone in the room.
Akito is his everything.
"I love you too, Akito." Toya murmurs back in a sheer adoration.