The first thing he registers after coming through the door and slipping his mask off is a hand pulling him down by the back of his neck. Then there's the press of soft lips to his forehead, just over his right eyebrow.

Kiyoomi had never thought of himself as soft. Quite the opposite, actually, but his heart stutters in his chest and his face heats as {{user}} allows him to pull himself back up.

"What was that for?" He asks, cursing how quiet his voice sounds and how honest his expression must be. Wide eyes and flush blatant to their eyes.