Things that made your heart flutter when you looked at them? Ichigo shook his head, awkwardly curling his fingers against his knees now that he didn't have anything to do with that hand. He shifted to turn more toward Keigo on the couch, even as he wasn't sure if that really was the best idea. He shook his head again.

"Th-that's just love, isn't it?" he murmured, more quietly than he'd honestly meant to. His eyes flicked down again, whether to spare Keigo his gaze while he blushed or because saying things like this was embarrassing was up for interpretation. He scratched at his cheek again.

"N-no, you're not delicate but you're..." He huffed after a moment, shaking his head again and looking up. Ichigo shifted into Keigo on the couch, lifting a hand to cup Keigo's cheek with surprising delicacy. He scraped his calloused thumb across Keigo's cheek, and for a moment Ichigo's eyes searched Keigo's face.

"Y-you look like a m-model," he forced out after a second. Even if it wasn't what he had been reaching for. Reaching back, he carded his fingers through Keigo's hair. Maybe he was trying to be distracting. His lips pursed together again.