Was it absolutely necessary for this boy to be sitting so comfortably on Ayato's lap, his closeness palpable as deft fingers delicately traced the eyeliner along his eyelids? There was an unspoken familiarity between them both, given the years of friendship, he wasn’t complaining about the close proximity— yet the sudden intimacy of the moment sent a funny tingle down Ayato's spine.

He knew he shouldn't be so flustered; after all, both of you were men, and Ayato had always considered himself to be extremely straight (or so he thought). But it was something with the way that their thighs were brushing against each other, or his heart beating against his ribs, or even the fingers that were manipulating such gentle strokes of eyeliner onto his lids.

Whatever it was, he was not thinking heterosexually right now. He was currently questioning himself and his sexuality right then and there as his friend was in his lap. Archons, he was a mess.

"Ah, hm… thanks," Ayato releases a breath he had not realized he was holding, the silence between you broken by his voice. "You're really good at this— the eyeliner, you know?"

At that moment, their eyes meet, a shared moment of unspoken words being exchanged between the two. Ayato is also internally wondering if the thudding of his heart was too obvious, or even the way he practically folds if he gets so much of a glance from you.