[ No one's ever combed Endo's hair like this before. It's strangely soothing. He feels calm and — cared for. Like he's being lulled into a submissive headspace even though this is such a simple act, and Umemiya is doing all the work. ]
Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]
no subject
Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]