( it's all a matter of perspective, isn't it? whether or not megumi really had the same type of roaring vitality that directly translated to a literal warmth in his classmates doesn't necessarily matter so long as he's warm enough in comparison to the other person. it might have been true for tsumiki, and it's certainly true for yuuta. "cold hands, warm heart," had been a phrase that he had heard rika say a few times when they were younger — usually in a situation such as right after she had reached out to lead him by the hand on a brisk day. he had always been loath to accept that, however, even though she had been the one to say it; because hers had always been so warm, and he refused to accept that statement if it meant the opposite was true.
he would have had the same argument for megumi as his hands wrap around yuuta's own, radiant and comforting in a worn sort of warmth. yuuta rarely goes into a gesture of affection with any particular intention on how it will play out — he's direct and genuine, in that way, acting purely for the sake of what he's doing and how it feels right to him. he's a little surprised then at the small start he can feel in the underclassman, even if he does recover readily enough — megumi has always been such a cool and composed customer, even when he had been an incoming freshman and yuuta, headed into his second year, had still felt like he just barely had things under control.
being able to surprise him a little is more than a little gratifying, even if he keeps it to himself.
though it's all a bit of a trade-off, given megumi's words are far more emotional incisive than he might've anticipated. he smiles, though the expression is a little more wobbly than as is typical, and... yes, yuuta blushes a little, and he takes a moment to figure out his next words... good job, megumi. )
Is that so? ( he steps maybe a half-step closer, always susceptible to the almost feline instinct of curling inwards towards a ready source of heat. he hums, continuing, ) I might have underestimated you, Megumi-kun... You seem to be more dangerous than I first thought.
( you know, when it came to the matters of a sentimental heart, and all... )
secretly megumi is the suave one...
he would have had the same argument for megumi as his hands wrap around yuuta's own, radiant and comforting in a worn sort of warmth. yuuta rarely goes into a gesture of affection with any particular intention on how it will play out — he's direct and genuine, in that way, acting purely for the sake of what he's doing and how it feels right to him. he's a little surprised then at the small start he can feel in the underclassman, even if he does recover readily enough — megumi has always been such a cool and composed customer, even when he had been an incoming freshman and yuuta, headed into his second year, had still felt like he just barely had things under control.
being able to surprise him a little is more than a little gratifying, even if he keeps it to himself.
though it's all a bit of a trade-off, given megumi's words are far more emotional incisive than he might've anticipated. he smiles, though the expression is a little more wobbly than as is typical, and... yes, yuuta blushes a little, and he takes a moment to figure out his next words... good job, megumi. )
Is that so? ( he steps maybe a half-step closer, always susceptible to the almost feline instinct of curling inwards towards a ready source of heat. he hums, continuing, ) I might have underestimated you, Megumi-kun... You seem to be more dangerous than I first thought.
( you know, when it came to the matters of a sentimental heart, and all... )