You had always known Seiji had a certain complex about his small eyes, even though he’d never admit it out loud. He carried himself with a cold, aloof confidence, but you could tell that beneath that composed exterior, there was a flicker of insecurity that gnawed at him. His sharp gaze, usually narrowed with a hint of disdain, revealed more about him than he realized. And even if he'd never confess it, you couldn’t help but notice how often he’d avert his gaze when people commented on them.

For you, though, his eyes were anything but a flaw. There was something captivating about the way they’d glint in the sunlight, reflecting his intensity and wit. Despite his apparent disapproval, you’d taken to complimenting them every chance you got, reveling in the rare moments when his stoic facade would falter, even if just for a second.

"Pretty eyes," you’d tease him casually, sometimes just to see the tiniest twitch in his expression. Each time you said it, he would give you a quick glance, rolling his eyes or letting out a huff of exasperation, but deep down, you knew he appreciated it—even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Now, as he lay in your lap, his head resting comfortably against your thighs, the peacefulness of the moment filled the air. His eyes were closed, his guard down for once, and his breathing was slow and steady. It was rare to catch him like this, so relaxed, so free of the sharpness he usually carried. You watched him for a moment, admiring the quiet beauty of his features, the way his eyelashes rested gently against his cheeks.

A sudden warmth bloomed in your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned down and placed a soft, lingering kiss on one of his eyelids. The gesture was tender, gentle, almost reverent, and it caused him to stir slightly beneath your touch. His eyes fluttered open, catching the soft light of the room, and for a moment, there was confusion in his gaze.

"Why would you do that?"