[ Aoba busies himself with fluffing out and arranging the blanket trapping the heat under the kotatsu so that it covers them both, then stops to look at him. Karamatsu looks flustered, and Aoba assumes he's just feeling overwhelmed by even this minor generosity. Aoba inwardly sighs, but not with exasperation - more like... fondness.
He's trying to push past his embarrassment.
Aoba nudges him with his shoulder against his, leaning on him playfully. Months ago, he wouldn't have done something as physical as this, but this is how comfortable he feels with Karamatsu, it's his doing. Little by little, Karamatsu's antics have broken down his anxiety about touch. All those tight hugs and hand grabbing, Aoba had eventually grown used to it. ]
Heeh? 'A gift to mankind'?
...Who said I felt like sharing my soulmate with so many people? [ He's playing along... ]
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He's trying to push past his embarrassment.
Aoba nudges him with his shoulder against his, leaning on him playfully. Months ago, he wouldn't have done something as physical as this, but this is how comfortable he feels with Karamatsu, it's his doing. Little by little, Karamatsu's antics have broken down his anxiety about touch. All those tight hugs and hand grabbing, Aoba had eventually grown used to it. ]
Heeh? 'A gift to mankind'?
...Who said I felt like sharing my soulmate with so many people? [ He's playing along... ]