[Well, no one can say that Komaeda's not an opportunist. Hinata slides one of his hands up to push it into his hair, wrapping pieces of it around his fingers. He tugs lightly, affectionately really, before sliding his fingers down the back of Komaeda's head to the nape of his neck.
He scratches oh-so-gently, nails raking through soft, shorter hair.]
Hnnm. [His eyebrows scrunch just slightly as those fingers run over his skin and he squirms.]
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He scratches oh-so-gently, nails raking through soft, shorter hair.]
Hnnm. [His eyebrows scrunch just slightly as those fingers run over his skin and he squirms.]