so close— he could almost feel the touch of megumi's lips against his skin, almost teasing. that boy's voice was an odd mix of soft yet hoarse at the same time, equally mature and delicate. yuuji knew that he was supposed to pay attention to those words, but he struggled to keep the motivation, instead his gaze shifted lower, tracing over those broad shoulders, further down to where megumi's hand gripped into him.
the air is heavy all of a sudden, warm— but not in a bad way. when megumi pulls away, yuuji's gaze followed; his own cheeks burn in a subtle shade of pink. he blinks and took a moment to consider, frowning a bit before ... nodding?
is that what he's supposed to do? just agree with him? agree with whatever the fuck megumi is saying because he wasn't paying attention. ]
... Leaving now? We're leaving? [ a beat. ] Ah, okay! Yes, let's get out of here.
[ that's when the lights above them start to flicker in a frantic rhythm. a classic omen when a number of cursed objects huddle in one spot for too long, creating that sinister atmosphere. the bookstore begins to reek of that toxic energy, looming in every corner. even when their powers are muted, the sorcerers could still sense the hostility. ]
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so close— he could almost feel the touch of megumi's lips against his skin, almost teasing. that boy's voice was an odd mix of soft yet hoarse at the same time, equally mature and delicate. yuuji knew that he was supposed to pay attention to those words, but he struggled to keep the motivation, instead his gaze shifted lower, tracing over those broad shoulders, further down to where megumi's hand gripped into him.
the air is heavy all of a sudden, warm— but not in a bad way. when megumi pulls away, yuuji's gaze followed; his own cheeks burn in a subtle shade of pink. he blinks and took a moment to consider, frowning a bit before ... nodding?
is that what he's supposed to do? just agree with him? agree with whatever the fuck megumi is saying because he wasn't paying attention. ]
... Leaving now? We're leaving? [ a beat. ] Ah, okay! Yes, let's get out of here.
[ that's when the lights above them start to flicker in a frantic rhythm. a classic omen when a number of cursed objects huddle in one spot for too long, creating that sinister atmosphere. the bookstore begins to reek of that toxic energy, looming in every corner. even when their powers are muted, the sorcerers could still sense the hostility. ]