catlibero:

                   he looks for any sign of hesitation or uneasiness in the other, wouldn’t want to make him UNCOMFORTABLE. ( and maybe morisuke needs something solid to tell him that this isn’t OKAY. that he shouldn’t be doing this because this wasn’t what just friends did. ) lev doesn’t flinch or recoil at his touch, though, and now he’s SMILING too ( and blushing, and it’s cute. ) and how was the libero supposed to stop himself ?

                                                          ( he’s a horrible person. )

                   his grip on the other boy’s hand tightens momentarily for an affectionate squeeze as he grins down at the card once more. so it wasn’t THE BEST drawing in the world, it wasn’t like lev was an ARTIST or anything, but it was still endearing. THOUGHTFUL. ( still made his heart flutter and his stomach knot  up. ) 

                                        ( why did lev have to make him feel like this ? ) 

                    ❛ i don’t … ❜ 

                                   a pause. has to STOP himself from saying he doesn’t
                                   want to be JUST FRIENDS. ( what was he thinking ? )

                                                                         ❛ i don’t think you drew me TOO SHORT. ❜

                                                                                        ( nice cover, morisuke. )

                   it felt NICE, holding hands like this. although, he had to admit it was a little confusing. ironically they were never this close till that incident occurred between them. yet still, he wore a bright smile on his face because this GENUINELY made him happy, even if he knew this wasn’t going ANYWHERE, any time soon. hearing him start to speak, his lips purse as his green eyes show curiosity (much like a cat in a way). 

                  oh, thank goodness. a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

                  ❛ ah that’s good. i was worried i drew you too short! i redid it a BUNCH of times to get it just right … ❜

                     he looks rather relived knowing that. yet he can’t help but look at yaku, analyzing their exact height difference. he squints. wait, he still might’ve been wrong. now this was KILLING him to know. blinking (and without warning) the taller teen moves in front of him, leaning downward so their faces met for a mere moment, then he stood back up. 

                    ❛ lets see.. ❜

                    using his hand to measure the difference, lev lightly pushes down the other’s hair to get an accurate reading. ❛ you reach up to about .. here.❜ between chest and shoulder level. he had some sort of “thinking” face, then his face lights up, grinning stupidly as he spoke.

                    ❛ oh GOOD i was right! oh that’s right. can we get the chocolate now?  ❜