[Komaeda's breath catches as he's suddenly being held this way, having his hair patted. It's so sweet and so gentle and so warm that he wants to melt just right here. He may be doing just that, arm slipping more secuhrely around Hinata.
For just a moment his eyes are wide, but slowly they slip shut, a soft sound slipping past his lips at that kiss to his brow -- startled and touched and almost overwhelmed with how sweet the moment is.
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For just a moment his eyes are wide, but slowly they slip shut, a soft sound slipping past his lips at that kiss to his brow -- startled and touched and almost overwhelmed with how sweet the moment is.
He may also be blushing. Just a little.]
You too, Hajime.