[ Hibari thinks that he vastly prefers the mindless violence to this. This slow silence that builds between them - that sends across things they can't really say - forces him to think, to contemplate. He can read Yamamoto exceptionally well, now. Know every subtle nuance, every unspoken desire, and whatever silly whim he finds himself caught up in.
Hibari indulges silently, most times - because Yamamoto is someone worth admiring when it comes to ability, and because somehow, the man had managed to secure himself a place in Hibari's world.
He moves, a little awkwardly - because he never quite knows how to handle things like this, even if he has years of experience with the Rain Guardian - and there is a strange sort of knot in his throat. Odd, unfamiliar. and a part of him thinks that he should at least say something.
His eyes flutter shut - only because he's unwilling to let Yamamoto see the flicker within his gaze, the hint that Hibari is not as cold as he sets himself up to be. Yamamoto, of all people, should know that, shouldn't he? The signs are all there - the little birds and creatures he would adopt, those too tiny to defend themselves properly, the way he defends his own allies under the guise of callous words, and even more callous attacks.
So he doesn't tell him a thing. And rather, tugs him down, then, pressing his lips against his. ]
...I don't need to tell you anything.
[ Yamamoto will understand, eventually. He always does. ]
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Hibari indulges silently, most times - because Yamamoto is someone worth admiring when it comes to ability, and because somehow, the man had managed to secure himself a place in Hibari's world.
He moves, a little awkwardly - because he never quite knows how to handle things like this, even if he has years of experience with the Rain Guardian - and there is a strange sort of knot in his throat. Odd, unfamiliar. and a part of him thinks that he should at least say something.
His eyes flutter shut - only because he's unwilling to let Yamamoto see the flicker within his gaze, the hint that Hibari is not as cold as he sets himself up to be. Yamamoto, of all people, should know that, shouldn't he? The signs are all there - the little birds and creatures he would adopt, those too tiny to defend themselves properly, the way he defends his own allies under the guise of callous words, and even more callous attacks.
So he doesn't tell him a thing. And rather, tugs him down, then, pressing his lips against his. ]
...I don't need to tell you anything.
[ Yamamoto will understand, eventually. He always does. ]