To be true, the reason behind his headache was probably lack of sleep. Like always, he was up until early morning working in a new song, and today, unlike most days, he was woken up almost forcefully by his unit mate -they had things to do so it wasn’t his fault but Yuuto’s.
In any case, he was a bit sleepy, and the idea of laying down sounded rather appealing.
“I’ll take your offer on that, Kyouhei” Yuuto said, voice as rough as usual. Before the other could say anything, Yuuto had already laid down in the bench, resting his head on the other’s lap.
While Kyouhei had only been half-serious when he’d said he was joking, it still shocked the soul out of him when Yuuto adjusted on the bench and placed his head in his lap.
Something that sounded a lot like a malfunctioning dishwasher escaped from deep in his throat and his hands immediately went up in a defensive position, parallel to his body and in front of his beet-red face.

“D-do you… is your headache really that bad?” At least, that’s what the brunet assumed it was since Yuuto wasn’t pale or sweating, and he didn’t sound congested… Kyouhei let him be, for that reason, instead of flipping him out of his lap.