[ It's no use, he really can't keep up anything in front of her. Especially not in this position. They're so close, and she's staring straight into his eyes - her look makes him feel like she's staring straight through him, like he can't hide a single thing from her - and then there's her hand on his face, her thumb on his lips.
It's stupid. He's never needed anyone, so why would he be sitting here, heart racing like crazy over some girl? Itsuki keeps wondering how he can let himself be so weak, but she's saying she actually appreciates what he does, telling him to not worry.. and he really, really wants to listen to those words, especially in this state. ]
I'm-- [ It comes out a little half-muffled against that thumb, so he pulls backwards just slightly to be able to speak properly, a hint of red on his cheeks. ] I'm a man too, y'know.
[ Despite what he looks like, the sentence implies, but he won't say that out loud.
And without the usual lollipop in his mouth, he leans over after another moment, close enough that their lips are almost - almost - touching. His hand now moves onto her cheek, sliding a little bit further into her hair. It's a little shakey, like exploring unknown territory. ]
I could, too... [ Do the things that other men did to her, that is.
But he doesn't want to be like that. He doesn't want to hurt her the way they did. He doesn't want to touch her just because she's pretty (even if she is, and even if that doesn't go unnoticed), but he wants to because she's not like anyone else and because she sees right through him and because she cares. ]
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It's stupid. He's never needed anyone, so why would he be sitting here, heart racing like crazy over some girl? Itsuki keeps wondering how he can let himself be so weak, but she's saying she actually appreciates what he does, telling him to not worry.. and he really, really wants to listen to those words, especially in this state. ]
I'm-- [ It comes out a little half-muffled against that thumb, so he pulls backwards just slightly to be able to speak properly, a hint of red on his cheeks. ] I'm a man too, y'know.
[ Despite what he looks like, the sentence implies, but he won't say that out loud.
And without the usual lollipop in his mouth, he leans over after another moment, close enough that their lips are almost - almost - touching. His hand now moves onto her cheek, sliding a little bit further into her hair. It's a little shakey, like exploring unknown territory. ]
I could, too... [ Do the things that other men did to her, that is.
But he doesn't want to be like that. He doesn't want to hurt her the way they did. He doesn't want to touch her just because she's pretty (even if she is, and even if that doesn't go unnoticed), but he wants to because she's not like anyone else and because she sees right through him and because she cares. ]