[Hinata's face is growing hot, but there's a smile on his face as he twists his own fingers into Komaeda's boxers.] Yeah, it could. [He steps closer, leans in, just that barest bit up until his and Komaeda's foreheads touch, until pale hair is clouding his vision.
His fingertips trace along the inside of his waistband, over the curve of his hipbones, before he sets to coaxing them down his legs.]
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His fingertips trace along the inside of his waistband, over the curve of his hipbones, before he sets to coaxing them down his legs.]