[ He's probably wearing a t-shirt, so no buttons, but Satoru can drag it up if he likes, which he'll watch for a moment lifting up off the bed so that he can tug off. The gesture knocks his bun askew, and a little colour rises to his face as he does so, but that's okay.
He's pushed up on his elbows now, but reaches one hand out to tug at Satoru's collar to see the hickey, pressing his thumb against the mark which has lightened up in the past two days. ]
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He's pushed up on his elbows now, but reaches one hand out to tug at Satoru's collar to see the hickey, pressing his thumb against the mark which has lightened up in the past two days. ]
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