[ He takes a minute for himself. He's never seen Hikaru like this before: all of twenty-one, the years somehow falling away in repose.
Leaning in though after a while, to press a kiss gently against the Blade King's forehead, all the while aware that Mitsuru is now stirring awake and peering at him with one eye. ]
Hikaru... [ a whisper. Just. He doesn't want to wake you abruptly.
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Leaning in though after a while, to press a kiss gently against the Blade King's forehead, all the while aware that Mitsuru is now stirring awake and peering at him with one eye. ]
Hikaru... [ a whisper. Just. He doesn't want to wake you abruptly.
A gentle press of lips on one eyelid. ] Hikaru.