[ Aoba's friendly smile fades as his embarrassment grows, suddenly feeling the weight of those words effecting him, like he's gently and insistently pressing Cupid's arrows into his tender heart, one by one. How rude. ]
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[ It's moments like these where his roommate says... well, more than he needs to, but just enough that Aoba feels like this is him talking, not that embellished and grandiose person he wants to be. It's that thing he likes the most, the part of him laid bare and vulnerable. ]
...Touching is good. And... um.
[ Suddenly his voice loses all strength and becomes small before this attention. Aoba has finished cleaning him up by now and deposits the washcloth over the edge of the bed, curling up a little closer. ]
K-kissing.
[ He was feeling so confident a moment ago, but now he feels his heart racing. Feels that romantic mood spreading warmth throughout his whole body, it's that old nuisance -- this had always been just fooling around, a friends with benefits sort of thing to blow off steam, to share with one another. But that crush just grows and grows, rearing it's infatuated head. Aoba expects him to read his mind, to understand that love is what he's writing into his skin with the point of his tongue, happy to inscribe it anywhere on his body but never quite able to say it out loud.
Despite all the experiments in the bedroom, Aoba's still unable to admit to those things he wants the most. Affection, yes, but also... ]
.......M-maybe... getting a little rough-- [ Record scratch ]
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[ It's moments like these where his roommate says... well, more than he needs to, but just enough that Aoba feels like this is him talking, not that embellished and grandiose person he wants to be. It's that thing he likes the most, the part of him laid bare and vulnerable. ]
...Touching is good. And... um.
[ Suddenly his voice loses all strength and becomes small before this attention. Aoba has finished cleaning him up by now and deposits the washcloth over the edge of the bed, curling up a little closer. ]
K-kissing.
[ He was feeling so confident a moment ago, but now he feels his heart racing. Feels that romantic mood spreading warmth throughout his whole body, it's that old nuisance -- this had always been just fooling around, a friends with benefits sort of thing to blow off steam, to share with one another. But that crush just grows and grows, rearing it's infatuated head. Aoba expects him to read his mind, to understand that love is what he's writing into his skin with the point of his tongue, happy to inscribe it anywhere on his body but never quite able to say it out loud.
Despite all the experiments in the bedroom, Aoba's still unable to admit to those things he wants the most. Affection, yes, but also... ]
.......M-maybe... getting a little rough-- [ Record scratch ]