He looks at himself in the mirror, his movements still slow and awkward, because he carries the remnants of an almost completely sleepless night. He even yawns, covering his mouth - he would never forget his manners, no matter how tired he feels. And it is only then that he actually notices it. How, barely covered by the shirt he is wearing - too big for him - a red mark dominates the skin of his collarbone.
He snorts slightly in amusement and approaches the mirror to see it, to admire it ; and he snorts again later, when he notices him leaning against the door jamb gloating at the sight.
"It really suits you, Kazu."
He rolls his eyes. Oh, he will never give Tomohisa the satisfaction of saying out loud that he thinks exactly the same.