[ It's so like Noiz, to be honest. Shameless and unhindered by the things that hold Aoba back. Aoba is his own worst enemy in that regard and could take a page or two out of Noiz' book now and again, instead of overthinking and worrying often over non-issues. Have a little more faith, not just in Noiz but himself.

Aoba realizes that pressing said bruise rather than trying to massage around it might be lost on Noiz' deadened nerves. He bristles instead. ]

Fine, your room!

[ Grabbing him by the lime green tie, Aoba turns and strides to the door to Noiz' room. He's not letting go, so Noiz can either be led this way or dig in for a game of tug of war. He spins around only as he twists the doorknob with his other hand, then bumps the door open with his hip as he hauls Noiz in, hand over hand, like a sailor taking in rope. ]

Who says I can't surprise you... but I won't fall for that kind of baiting so easily!

[ But he totally is. He's totally falling for it, just like it's so easy for him to grow weak in the knees when Noiz speaks to him low and sweet and seductive in that tone he does sometimes. And like hell he'll admit to it so easily.

As soon as they enter the darkened room, Aoba loosens the tie and slides it out of his collar, then pulls the knitted cap from Noiz' head, sending his hair into a wild riot of a style as he starts after the buttons on his shirt. He's flushed, his heart and pulse running wild despite the way he seems to fight against his own arousal, trying to pin it all on Noiz as his scapegoat pervert. ]

You're an impossibly perverted brat, you know that... right?