⠀
⠀( she’d be lying if she wasn’t waiting behind the
⠀door for a while . . tsumugi waits a couple
⠀seconds after she knocks before opening the
⠀door. )
⠀
⠀. . k — kaede !
⠀
( she was definitely huffing a bit, it was more of a sprint than a jog. but — she wasnt going to miss out, hand balling up to gently knock at the door. kaede has... priorities. )
⠀
⠀” i — i’m sorry . . mister togami . . i was just
⠀spaced out and into my thoughts alittle too
⠀far into them . . i swear i didn’t even know
⠀you were there . . ! “
⠀
⠀hands interlock with her own, the nervousness
⠀worsening each second staring up at him.
+
his middle finger plants itself alongside his index, pushing her face back towards him. holding eye contact.
“you have a terrible pokerface. has anyone ever told you that before?”
not even that. cosplay?
did she think he was an idiot?
—
⠀
⠀” i — i was just thinking about my next um . .
⠀cosplay . . that’s all . . nothing else . . “
⠀
⠀a bad lie on her part, some of it being true
⠀orbs following the others finger on her cheek .
⠀blinking rapidly , looking away to fix her glasses .
⠀
⠀
⠀her head shakes, finally snapping back to
⠀reality. her cheeks growing a red tint at the sight.
⠀
⠀” ah . . sorry ! i swear i was alone for a while . .
⠀d — did you need something ? “
⠀
⠀completely ignoring the thought from before .
⠀
obviously.
a flick to the frame of her glasses, an unamused expression across his face.
“anything going on in there? you look absurd, staring so recklessly.”
although judgmental, his gaze is penetrating. blue irises unwavering.
@geniusaftrdark ⠀
⠀hhhhh. . y — you have a nice grip . . ( 💧♨️* )
⠀
⠀( her body practically melting to her touch,
⠀heat and color rushing to her face . )
⠀