[ Cold water, an ice bath, Kamisato Art - Hyouka. All effective tools in dispelling the fantasy they'd sunken into. Now it feels like they're coming up for air, when he was happier being breathless because of her. But he wets his lips, trying to get a hold of himself when he pays attention to the look on Ayaka's face. The disappointment that washes over her...
That washes over him, when she pulls away to follow the fluffiest cockblocker dog.
He's left behind. Standing in the middle of the hallway as he looks to the hand that was on her back earlier, pressing and eager to draw her flush to his body. ]
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Uh...?
[ Cold water, an ice bath, Kamisato Art - Hyouka. All effective tools in dispelling the fantasy they'd sunken into. Now it feels like they're coming up for air, when he was happier being breathless because of her. But he wets his lips, trying to get a hold of himself when he pays attention to the look on Ayaka's face. The disappointment that washes over her...
That washes over him, when she pulls away to follow the fluffiest
cockblockerdog.He's left behind. Standing in the middle of the hallway as he looks to the hand that was on her back earlier, pressing and eager to draw her flush to his body. ]
...
[ Tightens into a fist. ]