[ it's just a little awkward, and so very shu that it almost makes nazuna laugh; his mouth twitches up at the corners, eyes lighting up just a little with affection and fondness. you cut your hair, of all things.
still, it goes with the feeling that shu's looking at him, something he's always enjoyed. he likes captivating his attention, even if the intensity in his gaze sometimes catches him down to the bone, and though he has to fight the urge to fidget a little, he does reach up to touch the longer side of his hair. it's only half gone--he likes the aesthetic of it, the half-and-half look that seems to be so popular nowadays. nazuna's cheeks have gone red with the compliment, embarrassed, but pleased. ] I got tired of people mistaking me for a girl, so.
[ not that his haircut has really stopped them, but.
nazuna can hear his heartbeat in his ears, and somehow, it's so much more pleasant than it was after the dream. this is his reality; shu inviting him over in the dead of night to help him calm down from a scary dream. not what he saw, not the puppet master. nazuna would never let himself be controlled again.
who knew what his subconscious was thinking, pairing shu of all people with his manager, but at least it's over now. here, he can focus on the quiet, relaxing feeling of shu's apartment and the way just talking to him feels like drinking a cup of warm tea on a winter morning. it's home.
so shu doesn't say it. he doesn't have to, because nazuna will. he's always been bold, a lion when necessary instead of a shrinking rabbit, and he's the first one to just let the word vomit come out with a blurted out-- ] I missed you.
[ overnight? or over the three years? ] --I'm glad you're home.
[ he doesn't really know what he's referring to anymore. he's glad shu was awake, that he helped him again, sure, but there's no place in the world he'd rather be than right here. even if nazuna never confesses his feelings (because there's no way someone like shu could like him back), he's happy to be close, to lean in just a little naturally as they talk, bridging the gap when he shifts so their thighs touch. ]
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still, it goes with the feeling that shu's looking at him, something he's always enjoyed. he likes captivating his attention, even if the intensity in his gaze sometimes catches him down to the bone, and though he has to fight the urge to fidget a little, he does reach up to touch the longer side of his hair. it's only half gone--he likes the aesthetic of it, the half-and-half look that seems to be so popular nowadays. nazuna's cheeks have gone red with the compliment, embarrassed, but pleased. ] I got tired of people mistaking me for a girl, so.
[ not that his haircut has really stopped them, but.
nazuna can hear his heartbeat in his ears, and somehow, it's so much more pleasant than it was after the dream. this is his reality; shu inviting him over in the dead of night to help him calm down from a scary dream. not what he saw, not the puppet master. nazuna would never let himself be controlled again.
who knew what his subconscious was thinking, pairing shu of all people with his manager, but at least it's over now. here, he can focus on the quiet, relaxing feeling of shu's apartment and the way just talking to him feels like drinking a cup of warm tea on a winter morning. it's home.
so shu doesn't say it. he doesn't have to, because nazuna will. he's always been bold, a lion when necessary instead of a shrinking rabbit, and he's the first one to just let the word vomit come out with a blurted out-- ] I missed you.
[ overnight? or over the three years? ] --I'm glad you're home.
[ he doesn't really know what he's referring to anymore. he's glad shu was awake, that he helped him again, sure, but there's no place in the world he'd rather be than right here. even if nazuna never confesses his feelings (because there's no way someone like shu could like him back), he's happy to be close, to lean in just a little naturally as they talk, bridging the gap when he shifts so their thighs touch. ]