[ Briefly, he's worried Shinya will ask. Will poke and prod and provoke like he sometimes does, just to get a rise. Instead, the other man quiets, drawing into himself. Gino feels some of the tension drain out of his body, shoulders subtly lowering back to a neutral position. He's still not sure if Kougami will bring it up, since he's a curious sort, but for now he seems safe.
That feeling shatters abruptly. ]
If you'd like. [ Deferential. Deferential. Professional. Breathe. ] The practice would be welcomed, certainly.
[ There's another flush coloring his cheeks and bleeding down his neck, betraying him completely. He's never been good at covering his emotions, no matter how hard he tried. Thankfully, Kougami seems preoccupied with the contents of the tray, gaze elsewhere. It's giving him a small window to recover, but it's hopefully enough to will the coloring away, even though his pulse is still racing.
(Gino thinks of strong hands curled around his wrists with his back flat against the ground and bites his tongue.) ]
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That feeling shatters abruptly. ]
If you'd like. [ Deferential. Deferential. Professional. Breathe. ] The practice would be welcomed, certainly.
[ There's another flush coloring his cheeks and bleeding down his neck, betraying him completely. He's never been good at covering his emotions, no matter how hard he tried. Thankfully, Kougami seems preoccupied with the contents of the tray, gaze elsewhere. It's giving him a small window to recover, but it's hopefully enough to will the coloring away, even though his pulse is still racing.
(Gino thinks of strong hands curled around his wrists with his back flat against the ground and bites his tongue.) ]