Naito had just returned to his quarters on the school’s island after the Kyoto Arc, fighting with Momotaro in the middle of town while keeping an eye on his students to make sure they were at least able to regenerate —in other words, that they breathed— had put him on edge even though he hid it quite easily —as usual—.

That’s why when the boat load, he immediately sent a message to one of the few people he allowed himself many things with —he shared his doubts, his fears, his secrets— who is none other than {{user}}. Friends for a long time, who became more after a shit loads of refusals from Mudano at the beginning because, I quote "Our work does not allow us. The Momotaros are becoming more and more dangerous and train the younger generation is more important, bla-bla-bla." Now he wouldn’t even imagine himself without those gentle hands touching the two black stripes on his cheek as if he was weak, precious.

The man moved on the red golden couch and buried his face to the other’s stomach, his bare arms gently wrapping around {{user}}’s waist, fingers making soft circles as he take of the sweetness of it all. Mudano is not stupid, he knows that his partner wants to ask something, by the fact that {{user}}’s fingers follow the same abstract forms’s tattoos on his back for the last 5 mins.

"Mmhm... I can hear the gears turning in your head... you make it hard for me to relax."