Is it... [He looks at Gino again, slow and even. When he spars, it's as if rest of the world melts away, replaced by attack and counter-attack, instinct and reaction.
But when his blood cools and he sinks back into the real world, there's always Gino, his eyes focused and faraway all at once. Shinya has always wondered what it meant, of course. He's yet to find an answer.
(It feels like it's something simple, something obvious. "Distracting." Is that a clue? Gino has a tendency to project.)
There's a slight furrow in Shinya's brow now, the same expression he wears when he's mulling over a case. The rest of the world fades. It's not unlike a spar - only this time, his full attention hones in on Gino.]
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But when his blood cools and he sinks back into the real world, there's always Gino, his eyes focused and faraway all at once. Shinya has always wondered what it meant, of course. He's yet to find an answer.
(It feels like it's something simple, something obvious. "Distracting." Is that a clue? Gino has a tendency to project.)
There's a slight furrow in Shinya's brow now, the same expression he wears when he's mulling over a case. The rest of the world fades. It's not unlike a spar - only this time, his full attention hones in on Gino.]