[Those words hit him hard, harder than they should, but perhaps its because he's never heard them before.
Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
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Sakamoto turns an even darker shade of red, and for once he finds himself feeling too bashful to speak, because there's something wonderful about being needed in whatever way Zura is implying (romantically, it seems). Sakamoto timidly reaches out to grasp the hand that prodded him in the chest and holds it tightly before hiding his face in the knuckles.
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