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Aoki grabs Ida's hand purely on instinct, needing the emotional support. Zombie movies really aren't his favorite, they oft—
It's gone dark for some reason, and he realizes he's covered his eyes with his hands.
While still holding onto Ida's.
He doesn't manage to keep the screech in as he flings Ida's hand away.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—" Ida's laughter, bright and loud cuts him off. Before hurt can settle in, Ida laces their fingers together properly.
"We don't have to watch if it scares you."
"It's fine. You wanted to see it," Aoki replies distractedly. Ida's hand is warm, skin rough with volleyball calluses, and a little larger than his own.
It feels like safety.
"You sure?" Ida gently squeezes Aoki's hand, and he looks up to see his boyfriend smiling at him. Flustered, he nods and prays the dark hides his flaming cheeks. Aoki is pretty sure everything will always be fine as long as Ida is holding his hand.
(Aoki is wrong. Zombie movies are the worst.)