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Eikichi looks pretty like that, hair down and no makeup, Tatsuya realizes.
“Usually I do this over at Sumaru Prison, but...” Eikichi trails off as he slides a hand through his hair.
Tatsuya nods. Even if he’s not entirely paying attention it's perfectly clear what Eikichi is leaving unsaid.
And hell, a bit of makeup wouldn’t be bad if he kept it to just eyeliner and lipstick instead of caking on all that facepaint.
“Well, I don’t mind you seeing me like this, Ta-chan.”
Tatsuya hums in acknowledgement. Eikichi had nice lips. Warm and soft, unlike his own slightly chapped lips. Felt good against them.
Tatsuya’s brain finally catches up to what being able to make that observation meant, exactly. He freezes in place as what feels like an eternity passes by.
“Heh, Ta-chan you’re into some pretty Western skinship huh?” His head hurts. “That's cool though, doing that kinda thing for the band would be real hot.” His heart hurts. “Bet the ladies will dig— Ow! Hey, why’d you hit me?”
“You... are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”