STARES HELPLESSLY.
‘ – sure thing, ‘tetsu. ‘ doesn’t move from his spot.
glances up, wiping the beading sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
“…well? is there something on my face? a BEE-?! GET IT OFF IZUMO–”
‘ … what? no, you’re fine. you’re fine, i – i’ll be right back. ‘
scurries off to go get his absurdly handsome boyfriend a glass of cold water, presenting it to him reverently like the glowing, golden adonis he is.