[ He should have known this wouldn't have gone over well. He'd had his heart set on this being recorded, so even with the camera on his phone near at hand, it seems like a poor replacement. But as Karamatsu lifts up above him, blanketed with the evenly filtered light bleeding through the pale fabric, he can't help but feel a sort of admiration for the casual intimacy of that image. The two of them alone in their makeshift tent. Aoba swallows hard.
Ugh, how sappy. Karamatsu must be rubbing off on him something fierce. ]
...!!
[ He's been caught. And here he'd been ready to claim that his motives were purely altruistic, but when faced with even a gentle accusation, Aoba's face floods with a sudden blush. His hands slip off his shoulders and drop beside his head next to his blue hair. He holds his breath and lays there, watching him and reluctant to speak.
His hazel eyes dart to the side, then back up again. His lips part, tighten around the words that refuse to come out and then he fidgets beneath him, his legs shifting. ]
It's just... your hands were cold... [ And he's a little embarrassed. The lame excuse he makes doesn't help, only heightens that sensation. ]
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Ugh, how sappy. Karamatsu must be rubbing off on him something fierce. ]
...!!
[ He's been caught. And here he'd been ready to claim that his motives were purely altruistic, but when faced with even a gentle accusation, Aoba's face floods with a sudden blush. His hands slip off his shoulders and drop beside his head next to his blue hair. He holds his breath and lays there, watching him and reluctant to speak.
His hazel eyes dart to the side, then back up again. His lips part, tighten around the words that refuse to come out and then he fidgets beneath him, his legs shifting. ]
It's just... your hands were cold... [ And he's a little embarrassed. The lame excuse he makes doesn't help, only heightens that sensation. ]