[ when itsuki looks at him like that, akamatsu's heart clenches a little bit, seizing up in his chest and fluttering warmly down his ribcage. sure, he's liked girls before, but none of them have ever been like itsuki--itsuki, kind and smart and beautiful, something no treasure could ever really compare to. falling into this tower (and yes, getting punched) is another in a long series of happy accidents in the life of akamatsu shinji, but this is definitely the happiest.
...so of course, when he makes her cry, he frets a little. ] Hey--hey, Tadano-senpai, don't cry!
[ akamatsu ends up stumbling forward a little bit from where he settled down, hurrying to put both of his hands on her cheeks and cupping them, trying not to dislodge the shell too much but more concerned with keeping her happy than anything else. ] I didn't mean to upset you!
[ With a little sniff, which becomes a hiccup, Itsuki finds herself succumbing to her tears. She's always been soft-hearted, something Mei scolds her for sometimes, and she knows it, but can't help it. It's embarrassing to start crying in front of Akamatsu,who she likes so much, but... she can't stop it.
Even if his reaction startles her a little, though not because she doesn't expect it from him. He' so sweet. That's why she's crying in the first place! ]
I-it's fine! [ At first she tries to hold the shell still, but she gives up so that she can set it in her lap. It's because she wants to put her hands over his, curling against his wrists, squeezing. ] I'm not upset! I'm really happy!
[ the little touch of her small hands against his wrists sends a whole other flutter through his heart, and akamatsu can't help but thumb at her cheeks, trying to wipe away the two or three stray tears that come out of her eyes. it's relieving to hear it's happy, but still--akamatsu has literally zero idea how to deal with a crying girl.
luckily, it seems to come pretty easily, even if his big green eyes look a little distressed as he tries to clean her up. ] I wish you could've seen it with me. I'm gonna bring better stuff with me next time, and I'm not gonna make you cry.
[ a pause, and a sheepish smile. ] Hopefully.
[ he ends up tilting his head a little so their temples bump, like he can look up at her and make her stop. ]
[ Closing her eyes as Akamatsu thumbs at her cheeks like that, so she doesn't see that distress, Itsuki nods her head a little, trying to reassure him despite the fact that it's still going on. She's not outright bawling at least. There's always a brightside, somewhere.
But she sits there and listens to him, still holding onto his wrists, thumbs rubbing up and down along the backs of his hands. The contact is nice, on both counts, but she feels her heart jump into her throat as she finally does open her eyes when he pauses. The 'hopefully' makes her laugh, softly, but the bump.
That bump makes her heart flutter even more, and she turns a little so that they fit together, even if her face heats up even more. ] I want to go with you, someday. I'd probably cry a lot if I did though.
Then I guess I'll have to wipe your face a lot. [ akamatsu says in reply, his tone the same lazy, easy confidence as his smile. because he will. he'd wipe her tears every single time if he could get her smiling again.
though he is arguably the king of the happy accident, getting punched by a cute girl is probably the happiest accident that's ever happened to him.
akamatsu can feel her cheeks heat up under his hand, and it gives his heart a little flutter too: he hesitates to pull back, but when he does, it's to tuck a lock of her bright, long hair behind her ear. ] We'd have to figure out what to do with this, though.
[ A laugh gets surprised out of Itsuki at that, even if her face heats up even more, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she drops her hands a little, enough to touch his arms instead of his hands. It's - a lot. The casual way that Akamatsu says things like that... she can't believe it. It always makes it sound like a promise.
She supposes it is, though, given the fact he comes back every time after he said he would.
But if her face wasn't already pink, it gets close to red when he tucks her hair behind her ear. There's so much of it that the gesture doesn't do much except send her heart racing. ]
[ even just her little touch lights something warm up in akamatsu, and he smiles at her, the same easy, lackadaisy look he's had since they were kids. (not that he remembers.) akamatsu has always been laid back, a go with the flow kind of guy, and if going with the flow right now is falling in love with this beautiful girl, well.
it's nice to have it flowing the way he wants it to for once. ] Well, I still like you either way.
[ he means it, too, because he likes itsuki in every way he ever could--it shows in his gestures, the fact that he moves his hand away to gently thumb at her cheek, caught up in the moment of it. ]
[ It's unfair, when he says things like that. Itsuki practically beams at him, even if her face feels like it's going to combust. Instead of pulling away, though, she curls her fingers around his wrist and rubs her thumb into the center of it, small and sweet. A little, timid version of the thumb against her cheek. ]
I'm glad you still like me after how I punched you. [ She's a little teasing, a tiny bit cheeky, but it doesn't change the butterflies in her stomach. They're certainly an interesting pair, though. Akamatsu is so laidback, doing and saying things that come to mind, letting everything else roll off him. Conversely, she always feels anxious about things, trying to deal with everything that comes her way.
Haha, I probably like you for that even more. [ akamatsu's tone is cheerful when he says that, utterly shameless too, and he laughs it off, reaching up to rub his cheek with his free hand. to be honest, itsuki's punch straight to akamatsu's face that first day was definitely well earned. he did kind of sneak in through her window. plus it hurt--she hits harder than he does!
still, with his other hand on her cheek, he feels in no danger of being socked. itsuki's gotta be like, the kindest person he's ever met in his entire life: it's one of the many things he really, really likes about her.
shinji's always been a go with the flow kind of guy. he's never really fallen in love before, so this time, it feels like he's been swept directly off his feet. it brings the smile to his face just a little wider than usual, and he leans over her with his considerable height and kisses the top of her head.
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...so of course, when he makes her cry, he frets a little. ] Hey--hey, Tadano-senpai, don't cry!
[ akamatsu ends up stumbling forward a little bit from where he settled down, hurrying to put both of his hands on her cheeks and cupping them, trying not to dislodge the shell too much but more concerned with keeping her happy than anything else. ] I didn't mean to upset you!
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Even if his reaction startles her a little, though not because she doesn't expect it from him. He' so sweet. That's why she's crying in the first place! ]
I-it's fine! [ At first she tries to hold the shell still, but she gives up so that she can set it in her lap. It's because she wants to put her hands over his, curling against his wrists, squeezing. ] I'm not upset! I'm really happy!
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luckily, it seems to come pretty easily, even if his big green eyes look a little distressed as he tries to clean her up. ] I wish you could've seen it with me. I'm gonna bring better stuff with me next time, and I'm not gonna make you cry.
[ a pause, and a sheepish smile. ] Hopefully.
[ he ends up tilting his head a little so their temples bump, like he can look up at her and make her stop. ]
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But she sits there and listens to him, still holding onto his wrists, thumbs rubbing up and down along the backs of his hands. The contact is nice, on both counts, but she feels her heart jump into her throat as she finally does open her eyes when he pauses. The 'hopefully' makes her laugh, softly, but the bump.
That bump makes her heart flutter even more, and she turns a little so that they fit together, even if her face heats up even more. ] I want to go with you, someday. I'd probably cry a lot if I did though.
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though he is arguably the king of the happy accident, getting punched by a cute girl is probably the happiest accident that's ever happened to him.
akamatsu can feel her cheeks heat up under his hand, and it gives his heart a little flutter too: he hesitates to pull back, but when he does, it's to tuck a lock of her bright, long hair behind her ear. ] We'd have to figure out what to do with this, though.
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She supposes it is, though, given the fact he comes back every time after he said he would.
But if her face wasn't already pink, it gets close to red when he tucks her hair behind her ear. There's so much of it that the gesture doesn't do much except send her heart racing. ]
If I could cut it all off, I would.
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it's nice to have it flowing the way he wants it to for once. ] Well, I still like you either way.
[ he means it, too, because he likes itsuki in every way he ever could--it shows in his gestures, the fact that he moves his hand away to gently thumb at her cheek, caught up in the moment of it. ]
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I'm glad you still like me after how I punched you. [ She's a little teasing, a tiny bit cheeky, but it doesn't change the butterflies in her stomach. They're certainly an interesting pair, though. Akamatsu is so laidback, doing and saying things that come to mind, letting everything else roll off him. Conversely, she always feels anxious about things, trying to deal with everything that comes her way.
But, maybe... maybe this can just happen. ]
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still, with his other hand on her cheek, he feels in no danger of being socked. itsuki's gotta be like, the kindest person he's ever met in his entire life: it's one of the many things he really, really likes about her.
shinji's always been a go with the flow kind of guy. he's never really fallen in love before, so this time, it feels like he's been swept directly off his feet. it brings the smile to his face just a little wider than usual, and he leans over her with his considerable height and kisses the top of her head.
he doesn't even flush, the cool jerk. ]