[ the blush and the pause makes all the difference.
while Megumi's not ... unfamiliar with the concept of romance, his experiences range from over-aggressive girls in grade school to those awkward encounters around Valentine's Day, where a girl would determinedly approach him with an envelope and chocolate in her hands and. well. growing up with an older sister had at least taught Megumi not to throw those letters away on campus where they could be found, but he'd never read any of them. more than just pointless, it had seemed almost laughable, to think he could ever engage in something normal like dating when his whole world was on a different axis.
his feelings for Yuuta are different in that they're secure, strongly rooted in the knowledge that they can understand each other in the most fundamental ways. but they're also quiet; like looking up from an intriguing book and realizing how much darker the shadows have grown as night draws nearer. no dramatic declarations. no silly emotional unraveling. and even when they're like this, calloused palms gently pressed together, Megumi can only feel his lungs expelling oxygen like they've expanded to twice their size; the quietest indication that he just might be floating on clouds.
he smiles, just enough to show a sliver of his pleasure, almost boyish in how bashful it is. it would be so easy - so easy to just step even closer until it makes more sense to let go of Yuuta's hands and have his fingers curl around something else instead. a cheek, his waist... Megumi's far too proper to seize his chance to follow his instincts, but he's sure it's written all over his face anyway. ]
Dangerous? I rather think this is a natural response to the ways you make me react, senpai.
he knows what he wants for sure c;
while Megumi's not ... unfamiliar with the concept of romance, his experiences range from over-aggressive girls in grade school to those awkward encounters around Valentine's Day, where a girl would determinedly approach him with an envelope and chocolate in her hands and. well. growing up with an older sister had at least taught Megumi not to throw those letters away on campus where they could be found, but he'd never read any of them. more than just pointless, it had seemed almost laughable, to think he could ever engage in something normal like dating when his whole world was on a different axis.
his feelings for Yuuta are different in that they're secure, strongly rooted in the knowledge that they can understand each other in the most fundamental ways. but they're also quiet; like looking up from an intriguing book and realizing how much darker the shadows have grown as night draws nearer. no dramatic declarations. no silly emotional unraveling. and even when they're like this, calloused palms gently pressed together, Megumi can only feel his lungs expelling oxygen like they've expanded to twice their size; the quietest indication that he just might be floating on clouds.
he smiles, just enough to show a sliver of his pleasure, almost boyish in how bashful it is. it would be so easy - so easy to just step even closer until it makes more sense to let go of Yuuta's hands and have his fingers curl around something else instead. a cheek, his waist... Megumi's far too proper to seize his chance to follow his instincts, but he's sure it's written all over his face anyway. ]
Dangerous? I rather think this is a natural response to the ways you make me react, senpai.