Kyouya was awake when the nurses moved him back into the room, and Masamune let out a breath of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Sure, this was a standard procedure, obviously it was, but still, it was a surgery, and surgeries were something big. It seemed, though, that the other was fine and Masamune gave him a smile, moving to sit at the other's bedside as soon as the nurses would allow him to.
"How do you feel?" he asks, taking the other's hand in his. Kyouya gives a tired grin in return, squeezing his hand and closing his eyes. "Like a new man."
Masamune couldn't help the laugh that escaped him and gently he kissed the back of Kyouya's hand, making the other join into his laughter. It felt wonderful, seeing Kyouya so carefree and happy. So genuine and real, something that almost seemed impossible during their youth. But things had changed. They've grown up, they've gotten older, wiser, and mellowed out a bit.
Masamune wasn't the hyper-energetic whirlwind he used to be (although he had his moments), and Kyouya had actually learned how to be a decent person (for the most part).
"I prefer you like this," Masamune said with a small grin, and Kyouya rolled his eyes, though the smirk on his lips was fond. "Titless?" "Happy."
He'd happily accept the slap to his arm if it meant seeing Kyouya blush.