[ his earnest words feel unreal to her, like they're something off a romance novel or a movie. but his warm hands around hers and the city noise around them are real, and she's going to need a moment to process them while the flush on her cheek deepens, spreading down towards her neck and ears.
for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.
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for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.