...that... hits Allen in a very weird way, making his throat tighten up. Not even that it convinces him at all of the notion he's actually good, but something about that unwavering belief... No, not even that, but I like watching you said with such simple, quiet insistence--
It strikes something deep inside him that still aches a little, that he didn't even know was there. And feels so personal and intimate, infinitely supportive, even if of course it isn't actually a surprise to him. So his smile drops for a moment at that to be replaced with such a gently caught kind of expression, not sure how to respond at first. Not able to at first until he swallows past the lump in his throat, and steps forward to gently take the bowl from him. So he can set it aside on the counter, slowly curl his fingers into the edge of Shouto's apron to pull him lightly forward by, and set his lips against his delicately with a quiet kind of purposefulness. No rush, no hurry. Letting the kiss run its course in a long, drawn out and sweet moment. Like there's something he really needs to say with it, but isn't sure how. ]
I like being with you. [ He whispers gently in response without pulling back entirely, demeanor so gentle but serious. Even if he laughs lightly a moment later, such a quiet but happy sound, as something occurs to him. Bumping Shouto's nose with his unintentionally in a manner still so loving. ]
Even learning how to make something like soba for moments like this. [ the cursed noodle that Some Disagreeable People who won't be named nearly ruined for him.
...but he probably just got flour all over him too because the front of his own apron is covered in it. Still super messy. ]
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...that... hits Allen in a very weird way, making his throat tighten up. Not even that it convinces him at all of the notion he's actually good, but something about that unwavering belief... No, not even that, but I like watching you said with such simple, quiet insistence--
It strikes something deep inside him that still aches a little, that he didn't even know was there. And feels so personal and intimate, infinitely supportive, even if of course it isn't actually a surprise to him. So his smile drops for a moment at that to be replaced with such a gently caught kind of expression, not sure how to respond at first. Not able to at first until he swallows past the lump in his throat, and steps forward to gently take the bowl from him. So he can set it aside on the counter, slowly curl his fingers into the edge of Shouto's apron to pull him lightly forward by, and set his lips against his delicately with a quiet kind of purposefulness. No rush, no hurry. Letting the kiss run its course in a long, drawn out and sweet moment. Like there's something he really needs to say with it, but isn't sure how. ]
I like being with you. [ He whispers gently in response without pulling back entirely, demeanor so gentle but serious. Even if he laughs lightly a moment later, such a quiet but happy sound, as something occurs to him. Bumping Shouto's nose with his unintentionally in a manner still so loving. ]
Even learning how to make something like soba for moments like this. [ the cursed noodle that Some Disagreeable People who won't be named nearly ruined for him.
...but he probably just got flour all over him too because the front of his own apron is covered in it. Still super messy. ]