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Kyouji was never quiet. It was an unknown state in him for Satomi. In a narrow airplane seat, although any place seemed too small to contain the tall, ghostly figure that was Kyouji. The arms, wrapped in black, crossed over each other, added another layer of protection to his ribs, brushing against each other with each slow breath. Satomi's arm, on the other hand, rested on the arm of the airplane seat that Kyouji gave up for him, observed the strange phenomenon happening next to him.
Kyouji's face was burned into Satomi's memory: the scene of impudence, insolence, irritating and disobedient laughter, the unpredictable, the ominous. A key element to recognize him were his eyebrows. The thick protective bars, at that moment, were raised, showing his bare eyelids to Satomi. Then it appeared, without warning in Satomi's center, spreading throughout the rest of his body, taking control of the entire left arm.
Satomi couldn't name the reason why he wanted to touch those eyebrows, where a part of Kyouji's soul was located. He turned his body, masking his action. For the other passengers he was just another person watching the cloudy landscape through the window.
As a child, his hands are Satomi's favorite tool for exploring mysterious places and new sensations, Kyouji was both.
An abyss enveloped him at the contact of the tip of his fingers, index and middle, with the soft texture of Kyouji's eyebrow. He slid them along the path formed by each hair, which meant for Satomi a fall without return.
Is this what Kyouji-san's hair feels like?, Satomi asked himself internally.
Those thick lines of hair protected Kyouji, they marked a nullity of emotions. The texture couldn't be compared to pubic hair either, they were hidden in darkness and humidity, he couldn't be sure, he only had himself as a basis for comparison, but he doubted that there was a big difference between them in that aspect. The hairs on his eyebrows were in sunlight, although also a little damp with sweat.
Satomi's caresses lined the rows of hairs on that single eyebrow. He lost count of how many times those same two fingers traveled the same path from start to finish, rubbing of a cradling nature, the realization sickened him. His fingers stopped the walk and marked a new, opposite direction, leaving a trail of chaos and disorder. It wasn't enough for Satomi.
Between his thumb and index fingers, he caught a bunch of hairs, he was breathing hard as he suppressed the urge to pull with all his strength, tear out some hairs and keep them for himself, he didn't even know why he would want them but he needed them.
Satomi breathed through his mouth, the growing desire to tear the blanket from Kyouji's eyes agitated him, to meet his eyes again, to no longer fall, he wanted to float.
He moved his hand away and sat back down normally, the normality imposed by the rest of the passengers. Satomi held his hand stained with desire and there it was, a small black line on his thumb.
His tongue covered that hair and engulfed it.
"Satomi-kun, don't eat anything, I'll buy you something after karaoke" Kyouji's sleepy voice echoed next to him, he kept his eyes closed.
"Sleep, Kyouji-san"
"So bossy"
Satomi noticed how Kyouji's eyebrows followed the movements of his mouth, clumsily, like a newly domesticated animal.
"I'll leave you abandoned at karaoke if you fall asleep there"
"Bossy and mean! I'll sleep, I'll sleep, I don't want to wake up in the lost and found box"
Silence. Satomi wished Kyouji was an object for a second, keeping him would be as easy as the eyebrow hair that inhabited him.