Eiji
by baru-chan
Summary: Tsutomu reflects on a bad habit of Eiji.
He stares at me. It's annoying. It's flattering.
I don't understand it.
It annoys me because there is a constant prickling sensation at the back of my head. As if Mother's pincushion was inverted and permanently stuck there. It flatters me because nobody has ever bestowed such vast amounts of their attention to me.
I don't like it. It's unnatural.
It's so utterly...Eiji.
