(he could laugh, because yosuke and him in any type of romantic situation would fit poorly. he didn't want any, but man, he missed touch, and he craved for something familiar, something that made his heart, as much as he would love to claim otherwise, beat faster.
whether yosuke was baited or he was doing it because he actually wanted to, either way, it feels ridiculously good to press his lips against the other's, a hand curling around the edge of yosuke's shirt as a silent request for him to come closer, to pull manjiro right back as he's being pulled.)
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whether yosuke was baited or he was doing it because he actually wanted to, either way, it feels ridiculously good to press his lips against the other's, a hand curling around the edge of yosuke's shirt as a silent request for him to come closer, to pull manjiro right back as he's being pulled.)