The tone was sharp, but the hold was…gentle! It was the first time since they were kids that Dasai had touched him. Kuro stared blankly at the floor. The towel moved from his head because Dasai took it. The side of his finger lifted Kuro’s face, “what’s this?” He felt flushed, “I tripped.” The towel was thrown back at him. Dasai moved on past to his room. Kuro took a step back, his eyes upon Dasai’s closing door. Slowly, he turned to go prepare supper.
Inscriptions from the Heart 