[ the few seconds of complete, unbearable silence is the absolute worst.
it feels like an eternity, and in that moment, shu regrets everything, wonders how open kunugi-sensei would be to him holing himself in his grandmother's house for the rest of his life and never coming back to school ever again, whether he could get his schoolwork delivered and whether that would affect his chance of graduation--
but then nazuna is smiling, and two years ago shu would have been overjoyed to be finally witness to nazuna's smile, but as it is, given whatever has happened between them over the past couple of months, this strange defrosting that has somehow come to this
and all shu can do is pretty much stare at nazuna's face, dimly registering the bright, musical laughter and wondering what stroke of luck must have happened to him for nazuna to be standing in front of him and laughing.
it's the tears that kind of pull him back to the present, and it's almost instinctive, borne out of habit when he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and takes a tentative hold on nazuna's chin, gently dabbing at the corner of nazuna's eyes to catch the tears instead of letting nazuna rub at his eyes for too long. ] ... You're too beautiful to cry, Nito.
[ look, old habits die hard and communication is awkward. let him live. ]
I-- [ clears throat. ] I'm glad you like them. You deserve only the best.
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it feels like an eternity, and in that moment, shu regrets everything, wonders how open kunugi-sensei would be to him holing himself in his grandmother's house for the rest of his life and never coming back to school ever again, whether he could get his schoolwork delivered and whether that would affect his chance of graduation--
but then nazuna is smiling, and two years ago shu would have been overjoyed to be finally witness to nazuna's smile, but as it is, given whatever has happened between them over the past couple of months, this strange defrosting that has somehow come to this
and all shu can do is pretty much stare at nazuna's face, dimly registering the bright, musical laughter and wondering what stroke of luck must have happened to him for nazuna to be standing in front of him and laughing.
it's the tears that kind of pull him back to the present, and it's almost instinctive, borne out of habit when he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and takes a tentative hold on nazuna's chin, gently dabbing at the corner of nazuna's eyes to catch the tears instead of letting nazuna rub at his eyes for too long. ] ... You're too beautiful to cry, Nito.
[ look, old habits die hard and communication is awkward. let him live. ]
I-- [ clears throat. ] I'm glad you like them. You deserve only the best.
[ awkward. this is really awkward. ]