[ You know this might be the first time he's ever seen you actually... snapping at someone like that? And at Kizu of all people? It's actually kind of a marvel and he's not quite sure what to make of it yet.
But Allen tips his chin up, and smiles so very brightly at that look. ]
Yep. [ Putting his palms on the ground to scoot forward, he shimmies closer to Shouto until their hips almost touch and the yukata hikes up a bit. The way his gaze flickers away from him momentarily, then back is a little fidgety, a little shy, and he has to drag his eyes up from where they fixated on his mouth to focus on his eyes.
He is. spacing out way too easily since they started and Shouto decided it'd be easier to work without sleeves. It'd distress Allen, it'd normally distress him a lot, except for the warm and tender feeling that also still blossoms in his chest. Finding Shouto's agitation and seriousness over the situation, how badly he had wanted everything to do well, so very endearing. And it's a tiny bit thrilling, as much as it's a little anxiety-inducing. Because this is the new normal to explore.
Although that doesn't mean he didn't still judge himself harshly and mutter at himself under his breath every time he got distracted by how the sweat ran down his chest as he worked, and was probably caught having to look away with a pink flush a few times. It's embarrassing when it happens when you need to be doing something else. And when did he become this easily distracted?
But he smiles now, almost dizzingly warmed and content in his orbit like a little moon, and leans forward a little as he clasps his hands in his lap. ]
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But Allen tips his chin up, and smiles so very brightly at that look. ]
Yep. [ Putting his palms on the ground to scoot forward, he shimmies closer to Shouto until their hips almost touch and the yukata hikes up a bit. The way his gaze flickers away from him momentarily, then back is a little fidgety, a little shy, and he has to drag his eyes up from where they fixated on his mouth to focus on his eyes.
He is. spacing out way too easily since they started and Shouto decided it'd be easier to work without sleeves. It'd distress Allen, it'd normally distress him a lot, except for the warm and tender feeling that also still blossoms in his chest. Finding Shouto's agitation and seriousness over the situation, how badly he had wanted everything to do well, so very endearing. And it's a tiny bit thrilling, as much as it's a little anxiety-inducing. Because this is the new normal to explore.
Although that doesn't mean he didn't still judge himself harshly and mutter at himself under his breath every time he got distracted by how the sweat ran down his chest as he worked, and was probably caught having to look away with a pink flush a few times. It's embarrassing when it happens when you need to be doing something else. And when did he become this easily distracted?
But he smiles now, almost dizzingly warmed and content in his orbit like a little moon, and leans forward a little as he clasps his hands in his lap. ]
And like this, they'll keep blooming too.