[ i'd rather have you here than alone, he doesn't say. it's stupid, it's cliched, and shu's never been enough of a romantic to quite believe in inane things like love at first sight (he's not wataru, thank fucking god for that), but in that moment
it feels something like that
and they've always had chemistry, they've always been good partners, but somehow, it's always been easy for shu to read nazuna's every movement, even the subtle invitation in that small head tilt
(almost like the strings of a marionette like a doll responding to its master, perfectly attuned--)
the thought comes unbidden, and it takes pretty much most of shu's self control not to let that thought show up on his features.
there's more than enough space for two, on the couch.
and shu obliges him, settles in next to nazuna on the couch, close enough to touch, but not quite. there's a stray lock of golden blond hair that's covering nazuna's ear, tousled from the bedhead, and shu resists the urge to lean over to smooth it out with his fingers, to tuck nazuna's hair behind his ear like he's done before so many times when they were younger - (is he even allowed to do that, anymore?) - when nazuna's smile made him feel.
(it still does.)
what he says, instead: ] ... You cut your hair.
[ it's shorter, but not by much, but shu's always been someone who's ridiculously sharp and observant, and. well. ] It suits you.
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[ i'd rather have you here than alone, he doesn't say. it's stupid, it's cliched, and shu's never been enough of a romantic to quite believe in inane things like love at first sight (he's not wataru, thank fucking god for that), but in that moment
it feels something like that
and they've always had chemistry, they've always been good partners, but somehow, it's always been easy for shu to read nazuna's every movement, even the subtle invitation in that small head tilt
(almost like the strings of a marionette
like a doll responding to its master, perfectly attuned--)
the thought comes unbidden, and it takes pretty much most of shu's self control not to let that thought show up on his features.
there's more than enough space for two, on the couch.
and shu obliges him, settles in next to nazuna on the couch, close enough to touch, but not quite. there's a stray lock of golden blond hair that's covering nazuna's ear, tousled from the bedhead, and shu resists the urge to lean over to smooth it out with his fingers, to tuck nazuna's hair behind his ear like he's done before so many times when they were younger - (is he even allowed to do that, anymore?) - when nazuna's smile made him feel.
(it still does.)
what he says, instead: ] ... You cut your hair.
[ it's shorter, but not by much, but shu's always been someone who's ridiculously sharp and observant, and. well. ] It suits you.