225 Spoken Promise with a Fallen Celestial (Pt. I)

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Keita was leisurely nodding off beside Kishi who had fallen asleep on the bench. The lavender-haired Ichisaki covered his exhausted eyes with his arm, breathing through his mouth. Oh, how it would feel like heaven if Keita was the one who slept on the bench.

However, considering that it's his childhood friend who was using it for resting, Keita "let it go."

Kishi could literally feel the young Ichinosuke's light-cyan orbs lingering on his body, causing him to sweat profusely under Keita's jealous stare. The resting male could probably guess why Keita had been glaring quietly at him for the last ten minutes now.

'Kei, you're really not going to give up on this rusty ol' bench, huh?' Kishi sweatdropped, too scared to move his arm from his eyes and get stared down by Keita. 'I don't wanna die yet, so I'm just gonna keep covering my eyes. Sorry Kei, the bench's mine.'