watching.
Silently Aoi watched people as they go around and about, the corners of his eyes discreetly spying and everyday learning more about the ones they come across. From here he caught things - small things that seemed oh so trivial but quite the contrary, and it made him a little bit perceptive than most people (though not putting that in practice due to his natural reclusiveness). It was always a joy watching people in silence, seeing them in a completely different light from how they are seen when directly looked at on; similar to when you shut your eyes tight after staring off somewhere for a long time and splashes of colors dance before your eyes, but gone the next second.
Uruha’s has always been the most vibrant color, and Aoi couldn’t help but look longer, straining his eyes before the color is gone again.
But whenever their eyes meet (the color was strongest in Uruha’s eyes) Aoi would always look away, not because he was ashamed of getting caught, but because he was afraid that whatever he sees at that moment will be gone if he was caught.
Aoi’s gaze never stayed long enough to see that the sparkle never left Uruha’s eyes.
Especially when he knew that Aoi was looking.
“Stop looking at me.”
“I would if you start looking directly at me instead of just stealing glances.”
Uruha’s eyes pinned Aoi against the wall, but it’s not as if he’s complaining about being captive of Uruha’s gentle stare.
He doesn’t mind being captive of Uruha’s gentle lips, either.
Uruha’s has always been the most vibrant color, and Aoi couldn’t help but look longer, straining his eyes before the color is gone again.
But whenever their eyes meet (the color was strongest in Uruha’s eyes) Aoi would always look away, not because he was ashamed of getting caught, but because he was afraid that whatever he sees at that moment will be gone if he was caught.
Aoi’s gaze never stayed long enough to see that the sparkle never left Uruha’s eyes.
Especially when he knew that Aoi was looking.
“Stop looking at me.”
“I would if you start looking directly at me instead of just stealing glances.”
Uruha’s eyes pinned Aoi against the wall, but it’s not as if he’s complaining about being captive of Uruha’s gentle stare.
He doesn’t mind being captive of Uruha’s gentle lips, either.