"Do you think I'm stupid?"
Wordlessly, Tetsuya slides the window closed.
"Tetsuya."
He turns to face the other man. Pale, slender fingers clutch the mask, nails scraping over the lenses.
"No, I don't think you're stupid, Seijuro."
It's just for a second— the spark of gold that surfaces in Seijuro's left eye, the warning that shoots up the length of Tetsuya's neck. Stay away.
He resolutely ignores it, instead placing his hand over Seijuro's, which trembles, gripping the scissors. His senses quiet and the gold disappears as quickly as it came.
"Do I mean anything to you?" It comes out as a whisper. Tetsuya doesn't hesitate and wraps his arms around Seijuro.
"You mean everything to me."
"Will you stop?"
Tetsuya doesn't answer. Seijuro holds him closer.
a/n: Well, this exists now