[ It's the strangest thing. When Soshiro says those five words, it's like something skips inside her. Something tenses and when that tension is released, so much of the tension tightly held in her body is released with it that her next exhalation is slow and deep. She doesn't quite realize it, how suddenly she's relaxed lying with him in the wake of his simple words. There's the slightest adjustment to be made, the tiniest scooch into him as though there was any distance left to close. Then, she snuggles into him, his chest, into his cuddling warmly, perhaps even a little sleepily.
Her eyes aren't half-closed. Couldn't be given how strong her heartbeat is... or is that his? She listens, quiet for a moment, the slightest tinge about her cheeks as she recalls his words from a moment earlier. Which ones? All of them, actually, spoken in time with a certain strong, steady beating her ears have closed in on.
Vaguely, she wonders how much trouble she'd be in if she were to, say... silence his alarms? No, no, she shouldn't do that, but she kind of wants to. She likes it here, how she fits with him, how this feels, smells. She's not as vocal as he is about it, but the hoodie she made for him has the strangest tendency to disappear for a bit after he's worn it for a while and turn up in the oddest places. Like around her shoulders like a cape while she's coding or under her head while she's lying on the couch or... not in her room!
Normal places, actually. They're not unusual at all.
But here? She doesn't have to acquire any mysteriously vanishing articles of his clothing. She can simply breathe and.. maybe... ... ... (she fell asleep.) ]
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Her eyes aren't half-closed. Couldn't be given how strong her heartbeat is... or is that his? She listens, quiet for a moment, the slightest tinge about her cheeks as she recalls his words from a moment earlier. Which ones? All of them, actually, spoken in time with a certain strong, steady beating her ears have closed in on.
Vaguely, she wonders how much trouble she'd be in if she were to, say... silence his alarms? No, no, she shouldn't do that, but she kind of wants to. She likes it here, how she fits with him, how this feels, smells. She's not as vocal as he is about it, but the hoodie she made for him has the strangest tendency to disappear for a bit after he's worn it for a while and turn up in the oddest places. Like around her shoulders like a cape while she's coding or under her head while she's lying on the couch or... not in her room!
Normal places, actually. They're not unusual at all.
But here? She doesn't have to acquire any mysteriously vanishing articles of his clothing. She can simply breathe and.. maybe... ... ... (she fell asleep.) ]