[He's still prodding gently despite Yata's squirming; it's making it more difficult to be gentle and not press anywhere too painful, but he's doing his best to keep from pressing too firmly so as not to cause any undue pain.
It takes him a moment to process what Yata says, hand pausing in its exploration of Yata's back. He lets out a small, surprised huff as he pulls his hand away from Yata's back, aura fading. Yata has proven time and again how far he's willing to go to protect the things he cares about, no matter how dangerous. And now, thanks to Fushimi's carelessness, Yata's back is mottled in bruises that are still going to spread.
He slowly brings Yata's shirt down with the other hand, making sure not to drag it against his skin. It's obvious how serious Yata is and laughing is the furthest thing from his mind.] Misaki...
[Though they're not even facing each other, Fushimi ducks his head, fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of Yata's shirt instead of letting go. He's definitely mumbling, shoulders hunched.] You-- [He gives a light, careful tug at Yata's shirt.] Protecting... it's important to me too.
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It takes him a moment to process what Yata says, hand pausing in its exploration of Yata's back. He lets out a small, surprised huff as he pulls his hand away from Yata's back, aura fading. Yata has proven time and again how far he's willing to go to protect the things he cares about, no matter how dangerous. And now, thanks to Fushimi's carelessness, Yata's back is mottled in bruises that are still going to spread.
He slowly brings Yata's shirt down with the other hand, making sure not to drag it against his skin. It's obvious how serious Yata is and laughing is the furthest thing from his mind.] Misaki...
[Though they're not even facing each other, Fushimi ducks his head, fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of Yata's shirt instead of letting go. He's definitely mumbling, shoulders hunched.] You-- [He gives a light, careful tug at Yata's shirt.] Protecting... it's important to me too.