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Yogi had only realized it this past week, but he spent a lot of time holding Gareki down, or helping Gareki up, or just touching Gareki in general. Yogi liked touching Gareki, like, really liked. He was pretty sure he understood Eva now and her weird obsession with Tsukomo. Eva needed to see Tsukomo in order to feel assured that humanity was not an ugly waste of space, and Yogi needed to touch Gareki. They were all, in some way or another, using each other for reassurance. Gareki used Nai, Nai used Gareki, Yogi used Gareki, Eva used Tsukomo, Tsukomo used Nai, and Hirato used everyone.
"Could you get off me?" Gareki asked, squirming underneath Yogi. It was yet another one of those times when Yogi had needed to tackle Gareki down, and their arms were twined together and Yogi's legs were wrapped awkwardly around Gareki. "Stop spacing out, Yogi!" Then Gareki hit the top of his head, snapping Yogi out of it.
"Ow! That hurt, Gareki!" Yogi dropped his hold and crawled off to the other side of the large bed. Nai, he realized, was staring at them with his head tilted, inquisitively. Akari-sensei was looking unimpressed, and poor Tsukomo was just looking confused. "You don't need to hit me!"
"You spaced." Gareki adjusted his extremely low cut, tight, and extremely skin barring top.
One of these days, Yogi was going to need to get Gareki some real clothes. Gareki either wore too little, or two much, which made tackling him to the bed, ground, floor, wall difficult. And might, if Yogi got too used to it, cause the sort of problems that made Akari pinch him out during a physical. "What were we talking about, again?" Yogi turned to look at the onlookers, ignoring the sudden blush heating his face.
Well, at least he didn't feel stressed out anymore. Just embarrassed.
"Could you get off me?" Gareki asked, squirming underneath Yogi. It was yet another one of those times when Yogi had needed to tackle Gareki down, and their arms were twined together and Yogi's legs were wrapped awkwardly around Gareki. "Stop spacing out, Yogi!" Then Gareki hit the top of his head, snapping Yogi out of it.
"Ow! That hurt, Gareki!" Yogi dropped his hold and crawled off to the other side of the large bed. Nai, he realized, was staring at them with his head tilted, inquisitively. Akari-sensei was looking unimpressed, and poor Tsukomo was just looking confused. "You don't need to hit me!"
"You spaced." Gareki adjusted his extremely low cut, tight, and extremely skin barring top.
One of these days, Yogi was going to need to get Gareki some real clothes. Gareki either wore too little, or two much, which made tackling him to the bed, ground, floor, wall difficult. And might, if Yogi got too used to it, cause the sort of problems that made Akari pinch him out during a physical. "What were we talking about, again?" Yogi turned to look at the onlookers, ignoring the sudden blush heating his face.
Well, at least he didn't feel stressed out anymore. Just embarrassed.