That expectant look on Keigo's face just made Ichigo want to kiss him, but instead he pursed his lips together and licked them nervously. That feeling, coupled with the bright flush spread across Keigo's face sparked an anxious flash of a smile in Ichigo that died as Keigo close his eyes. Ichigo traced his fingers through Keigo's hair in soothing stroke while the other gathered himself.

But when Keigo reached for Ichigo's hand, his focus arrested on their twining fingers. He had to swallow before he answered, in a voice lower than he'd used in a while. "W-well, yeah." Peeking at Keigo's face, Ichigo quickly shifted his gaze to the hair he was running his fingers through, and sputtered out, "Y-your hair, at least!"

But his palm returned to Keigo's jaw, thumb sliding across the corner of Keigo's mouth after a moment. His gazed lingered there too. As if it was any surprise that Ichigo appreciated that particular part of Keigo. Before he could think better of it, he whispered shyly, "A-a-and your mouth."