[ Aoba shrinks back at the question, but he doesn't get very far and instead of answering, he buries his face into the blanket beneath them. It's bad enough he let that much slip out, but to describe for him what he wants? That feels like an impossible task. He mutters into the blanket, his words muffled but clear enough in this short distance. ]
...I said forget about it.
[ Even the tips of Aoba's ears are turning red. What doesn't help is that he's thinking about it, then thinking about saying it, but even just trying to form the sentences without becoming a bundle of nerves sends him into a wild fluster. ]
It's embarrassing. Putting that kind of thing into words...
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...I said forget about it.
[ Even the tips of Aoba's ears are turning red. What doesn't help is that he's thinking about it, then thinking about saying it, but even just trying to form the sentences without becoming a bundle of nerves sends him into a wild fluster. ]
It's embarrassing. Putting that kind of thing into words...