Yuu tenses, counts a screaming one-two-three in his head, then relaxes, pressing back into the curve of Asahi’s arms. “Comfy.”
Asahi huffs against the crown of his head, “I’m not a chair. Pay attention.”
“Fine, fine. Go on and show me how it’s done.” He quips back, words snaked in a bubble of laughter as he flaps his hand in Asahi’s face obnoxiously, grinning wide and challenging.