[ For a moment, Shinya seems to hesitate. Not in the same way that Gino's done in the past so many times. No, instead, he looks like he's deciding. Considering.
The grip around his wrist goes slack and Ginoza's met with a familiar intensity. Shinya's figured it out. Figured him out– this shouldn't be surprising. In a way it isn't, but the knowledge is enough to make him feel winded. Swallowing, he glances away, moving his arm to a more comfortable position.
Or rather, it gets about halfway there before he pauses, fingers hovering mere centimeters away from touching Kougami. He wants this, has wanted this, for so long. It breaks all duty, all of the things he's supposed to be and what he's going to do. Heirs don't mess around with other heirs. With Shinya's standing, if they were caught it'd be a disaster.
Except his heart feels like it wants to beat out of his chest, the sound of it is so loud in his ears. Slowly, Gino turns his head back to look up at his friend, emotion clear as day on his face. The distance between his fingers and the peek of Kougami's collarbone closes, tips tracing the line of it. ]
This...this is what I've wanted. [ His words are hushed, as though he's saying them more to himself than answering a question. ]
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The grip around his wrist goes slack and Ginoza's met with a familiar intensity. Shinya's figured it out. Figured him out– this shouldn't be surprising. In a way it isn't, but the knowledge is enough to make him feel winded. Swallowing, he glances away, moving his arm to a more comfortable position.
Or rather, it gets about halfway there before he pauses, fingers hovering mere centimeters away from touching Kougami. He wants this, has wanted this, for so long. It breaks all duty, all of the things he's supposed to be and what he's going to do. Heirs don't mess around with other heirs. With Shinya's standing, if they were caught it'd be a disaster.
Except his heart feels like it wants to beat out of his chest, the sound of it is so loud in his ears. Slowly, Gino turns his head back to look up at his friend, emotion clear as day on his face. The distance between his fingers and the peek of Kougami's collarbone closes, tips tracing the line of it. ]
This...this is what I've wanted. [ His words are hushed, as though he's saying them more to himself than answering a question. ]