[ it was fairly embarrassing to have renji affirm what he'd admitted to, no matter how much he acknowledged it to be true. it wasn't a trait he was proud of, much less now when he was left vulnerable and wanting thanks to the cordis moon. all he wanted to do was touch and be touched, to have that steady surge of chroma between him and someone else.

renji's question felt a bit too direct, a bit too knowing. keigo wasn't even sure how to answer it. he looked up at renji like a guilty animal, barely lifting his head upward. he fidgeted under the blanket again, shifting his shoulders. ]

Because... as much as I like attention, sometimes it feels too fake... that I wouldn't be as wanted if it wasn't for the moon and shit. So I'd rather spend time with people when I know it's me that they're seeing.