Like honey, like jade

“Stars,” Inosuke says, interrupting Zenitsu’s thoughts, “are so far away.”When Zenitsu turns his head, Inosuke is still looking at him. It makes him blush. The intensity of eyes as green as the forest itself. The elegantly curved eyebrows. They remind Zenitsu of a calligraphy, practiced brush strokes on handmade paper. His complexion as white as the rice flour they use in kabuki plays to make the skin smooth and flawless. He’s beautiful, Inosuke. He’s so insanely beautiful Zenitsu can hear the blood in his ears rush and his heartbeat like the thunder god’s drum just from sitting next to him..My inozenweek contributions, which turned out one consecutive story. Deadly fluff.