[ it's a start. it's better than how they were before, better than when they would cross hurtful words because shu himself had no idea how to fix them, and if nazuna stayed away perhaps it would hurt less. performing together was... a start. a small one, better than nothing, but it doesn't change that standing in front of nazuna like this has changed from how it used to be.
what hasn't changed is that the sight of nazuna smiling, sheepish as it is, is enough to make his heart jump a couple of beats or so.
it's not evident, because his brow is furrowed, his hand lifted in an aborted half motion, and then he glances over at the shirt he had been working on earlier - a request from wataru, and it can wait, he decides.
there's a long pause that sounds a little bit more drawn out than necessary before he admits: ] ... No. [ and shu steps aside, turns on his heel, stalks back into the handicrafts club room without another word, although he leaves the door open.
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what hasn't changed is that the sight of nazuna smiling, sheepish as it is, is enough to make his heart jump a couple of beats or so.
it's not evident, because his brow is furrowed, his hand lifted in an aborted half motion, and then he glances over at the shirt he had been working on earlier - a request from wataru, and it can wait, he decides.
there's a long pause that sounds a little bit more drawn out than necessary before he admits: ] ... No. [ and shu steps aside, turns on his heel, stalks back into the handicrafts club room without another word, although he leaves the door open.
it's as good as an invitation. ]