maybe she’s testing them, to see if they can do stuff on their own. kotetsu knows he can, he just doesn’t want to. he pouts, “–you saying i’ve got a taffy belly?” kotetsu glances down between them to look at the hand there, “you’re lying. it goes all to my ass and you know it.”
izumo’s more than confident in his and kotetsu’s ability, but– good things never came from their separation. he pushes another kiss to kotetsu’s cheek, under the curve of the bandage. “is that so?” that same hand shifts, coming to gently pat kotetsu’s butt. fondly. “everything seems fine on this end to me.”