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Ohse finds it very difficult to ignore Fumiya’s eyes on his back as he draws.
It’s not unusual for Fumiya to force himself into his room and sit alongside him as he works, but it still makes him sick to know that Fumiya is taking time out of his day to… just sit there and stare at him. He had brought in a book with him, but Ohse knows that it’s there as more of an excuse that Fumiya keeps up for his comfort.
The thoughts threaten to send him into a spiral, so he keeps his pencil down and tries to suppress the budding anxiety sitting in his stomach, wanting to avoid disrupting the peace of the moment for as long as possible. Deep breath in, deep breath out.
As if to read his mind, Fumiya slams his book closed from behind him. The sudden noise makes Ohse’s tail puff and his ears perk up.
“Did you finish that book already?” Ohse asks, knowing full well that they had only been sitting together for the past thirty minutes. It’s a formality. It’s part of the game they’re playing. It also buys time to get down a few more pieces of his drawing.
He can't see him, trying to keep his eyes glued to the paper, but he can easily imagine how Fumiya shrugs. “Nah.”
Ohse hears the book drop against the floor and the telltale squeak of Fumiya pushing himself off of the sleeping bag. Before he’s able to say anything in response, Fumiya is leaning over him and snaking his hands through the arms of Ohse’s chair to push his shirt up.
Fumiya’s hands are warm, and the sudden sensation against his stomach makes him gasp and slap his tail against Fumiya’s elbow.
Fumiya nudges his face into Ohse’s neck, and Ohse can feel the way his ear presses up into his chin. It twitches against his skin under the pressure and all Ohse can think about is how much it tickles.
It’s cute when Fumiya is clingy like this. Although he can’t visually confirm it, he knows that Fumiya’s tail is swaying back and forth, pleased with the skin to skin contact. Despite the fact that his emotions aren’t typically readable from his face, his body language tends to make things painfully obvious.
The anxiety sitting in his stomach turns into a more pleasant warmth under Fumiya’s touch, and Ohse brings his free hand up to scratch right under Fumiya’s exposed ear. Fumiya hums as he leans into his palm, clearly satisfied.
It’s hard for Ohse to grapple with such explicit displays of affection towards him. He’s a piece of shit. He shouldn’t be accepting this so graciously. He’s running the risk of Fumiya going sick from being in his immediate vicinity for too long.
…and yet, he still keeps absentmindedly scratching under Fumiya’s ear as he goes back to drawing.