For Ciel.
Touya finds Yukito slumped over his textbooks, asleep. The window is open, and the curtain drapes over him like a veil.
He shakes his head and lifts the shimmering cloth with two fingers. It glides across his pale skin, revealing fair hair, pale lips—chapped and smeared with a few drops of sticky sweet—and eyelids that flutter, but don't open. His breathing is deep and slow.
By the time Touya catches himself, he's close enough to lick the sugar from his lips. He jumps back, then swallows hard and flees down the stairs.
Yukito watches him as he leaves.