[ Allen will find the skin underneath his palm cold, like a brisk autumn day. Gone is the outpour of heat and confidence from minutes before. This time, Shouto doesn't pull away, caught by those molten eyes filled with secrets he barely understands.
That grip on his cold wrist feels like being led out to sea. He follows his voice, eyes set squarely on Allen as he sets his hand over a beating heart that follows an erratic beat.
Was he... nervous? He knows it's not fear from the soft look in his eye and gentle hold.
The mere notion catches him off guard, and for a moment, he starts to relax, failing to realize where exactly Allen means to take it. Instincts have him resisting, dragging his wrist back, even as his eyes close at the unexpected kiss he imparts on his cheek. ]
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That grip on his cold wrist feels like being led out to sea. He follows his voice, eyes set squarely on Allen as he sets his hand over a beating heart that follows an erratic beat.
Was he... nervous? He knows it's not fear from the soft look in his eye and gentle hold.
The mere notion catches him off guard, and for a moment, he starts to relax, failing to realize where exactly Allen means to take it. Instincts have him resisting, dragging his wrist back, even as his eyes close at the unexpected kiss he imparts on his cheek. ]
I--I don't want to hurt you.