[That is exactly what he is supposed to do. He's got it exactly right. Komaeda squirms where he stands just a little, humming his approval of the warm touch of those fingers.]
Haven't you?
[Komaeda could have sworn. He feels a little like he's floating. Or something. His fingers find their way into Hinata's hair, raking through dark strands even as he ducks his head to press a kiss to his forehead.]
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Haven't you?
[Komaeda could have sworn. He feels a little like he's floating. Or something. His fingers find their way into Hinata's hair, raking through dark strands even as he ducks his head to press a kiss to his forehead.]