Something is wrong with Minami's chest. He can't quite get enough air. Maybe he should worry about that. Or about how his heart seems to be trying to leap out of his throat.

"Ah - Y-You have - here - "

He pulls his jacket sleeve up a little. Chasing the icing with the same, unthinking instinct as he'd held out the cake. Rubbing against Yuuri's cheek. In the process, though, Minami's fingers actually brush against lips.

He - should - pull away, apologize, this is too much right?!