[Ryuji's like a deer in headlights. A deer that was lost in the woods, wandered onto the street, appreciates the light but is distantly aware of approaching doom.

Doom, in this case, being a graze of endearment (at the very least). He's like Bambi post-timeskip when Faline tries to kiss him under the tree. A more appropriate deer scenario indeed.]

There's a chance you wouldn't have thought of it otherwise.

[Not meant to be a dig at his airheadedness, it might've come across as such if he weren't the speaker. In any case, he'll take the tug as initiation, lifting his free hand to steady Ryuji's face, treading and splaying over his jawline with something semi-firm.]

If you insist.

[He won't hold Ryuji captive here, but he's not forfeiting just yet even if it seems so. He leans in at an angle, one that rests his forehead to the blond's and sets his lips at too far a distance for the pair to be sealed together by chance. His eyes close, nevertheless...

>Say something romantic.
>Ask if he'd like some curry.
>Say nothing.]

Your eyebrows make me think of a Shiba Inu.