[ he's barely registering how far his hand has gone in such a short amount of time - all his mind is focusing on is how nice it feels to have him nearby. feeling his hand moving down his body...
when Mizuki moves away from him, his eyes open instantly. was something wrong? he makes a small confused noise, before he notices his hand...
...ah, he was nervous about touching him.
Aoba's eyelids lower, and he carefully reaches out to wrap his fingers around Mizuki's wrist, guiding his hand closer until its brushing his stomach. the action lifts his shirt a bit. there's his answer. ]
we'll be inadequate together
when Mizuki moves away from him, his eyes open instantly. was something wrong? he makes a small confused noise, before he notices his hand...
...ah, he was nervous about touching him.
Aoba's eyelids lower, and he carefully reaches out to wrap his fingers around Mizuki's wrist, guiding his hand closer until its brushing his stomach. the action lifts his shirt a bit. there's his answer. ]
You... can touch wherever you want.