[Komaeda sets his place down as well, looking at Kamukura for a moment, a long moment, his expression unreadable -- largely because he can't really make up his mind over what he's thinking, what he's going to do.
Until he does.
He takes a few steps closer now, tentative, but then a few more with more confidence. He stops just in front of the other man before tipping forward to lean into him, pressing his face up against the other's neck. Hinata and not Hinata. But oh he feels familiar, smells familiar.
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Until he does.
He takes a few steps closer now, tentative, but then a few more with more confidence. He stops just in front of the other man before tipping forward to lean into him, pressing his face up against the other's neck. Hinata and not Hinata. But oh he feels familiar, smells familiar.
And then he waits to be pushed away.]