His glasses were skewed somewhere near the foot of the bed.
His face was beet red.
"I-I’m—I wasn’t—it just—!" he stammered, pressing the bundled shirt against his chest like it was armor. "That wasn’t supposed to—h-happen like that!"
His wide golden eyes flicked up to Kuon, barely able to meet hers. Still catching his breath. Still aching with the ghost of that sensation trailing down his spine.
"...You didn’t—see too much, right?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, hope clinging desperately to denial.
He looked like he might short-circuit if she even smiled at him the wrong way.
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His face was beet red.
"I-I’m—I wasn’t—it just—!" he stammered, pressing the bundled shirt against his chest like it was armor. "That wasn’t supposed to—h-happen like that!"
His wide golden eyes flicked up to Kuon, barely able to meet hers. Still catching his breath. Still aching with the ghost of that sensation trailing down his spine.
"...You didn’t—see too much, right?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, hope clinging desperately to denial.
He looked like he might short-circuit if she even smiled at him the wrong way.