that he’d itch to close, one that wasn’t there before, one foot too far away for comfort. Blue eyes would stare at the buttons of his shirt as inked lips did their best to form a congratulations, avoiding his gaze so intently

and his sister would later read the speech that Touya wrote out loud instead of his brother. The love of Natsuo’s life sat in the front row, 3rd seat on the left, tattoos hidden beneath a tailored suit, blue eyes on him as the vicar asks if anyone objects,