But... when he starts talking about traditions, and then asks about someone else... well, she's not oblivious. She can catch his drift. But then again, it's Yuya, the guy who decided to run around in a clown costume for the first half of the ball. He could have some other completely random reasoning behind the thinking, and she would just never live it down if she got it wrong. So, after staring for a moment with her cheeks flushed despite herself, she crosses her arms.]
And she sure does know him well! He's suddenly reworking his question at the very last second because he's suddenly self-conscious when Yuzu looks at him. It's unfortunate that he can't read the mood. Incredibly, incredibly unfortunate because there's that little thought in the back of his mind that's telling him he has no chance.
But that doesn't mean his cheeks aren't suddenly burning as he looks elsewhere.]
W-well, I mean, if I left then someone else could come over and try-- [he's so lame he can't even say it] 'cause it's probably a tradition that exists in other worlds.
Oh. Yeah, I guess it wouldn't even be here if that wasn't true. That could get ugly...
[The flush has not left her own cheeks, nor has she uncrossed her arms.]
...S-So if I want to stay here, then that just means you can't go either!
[oh god. What is she doing. Self, what are you doing... but she's feeling stubborn and still inexplicably irritated, so she's not going to budge. Even if... tradition dictates that things go a certain way...]
...And you want to stay here, right? [Rhetorical. Yuya sighs before putting on a soft smile, and wondering if he can just will the heat in his face to go away.] I'll stay right here, then.
[It's his turn to be the knight in shining armor! Okay, not really. That delusion doesn't fit in his head well either. He's certain that Yuzu would kick anyone's butt if they tried to make a move on her. Him too, or maybe not.......Guh, he made the blush worse, didn't he?! Stupid thoughts.
Still, there's a thought that still bothers him about continuing to stand beneath the mistletoe.]
People might think we're boyfriend and girlfriend though. [H-he wishes he could entertain the thought, but that sort of reality seems too far away. Hence why he's putting it out there because that might be something that would bother Yuzu. He's an idiot.]
[It's true, but it's also the tip of the iceberg, really. They already live together, go to school together, play ViViD together... is it so strange that friends like that would hang out under mistletoe?
Yes. Yes it is. But she's trying to keep it together, here. What should she do? It's not like she's never thought about them actually being boyfriend and girlfriend, but Yuya has so much on his plate, and he's never acted interested... he always refutes it when someone else says it. Even now, he'd rather get her to step away than try to make a move. If she confessed... he would probably just laugh like he always does. At this stage they both appear to be the same color as the punch, though. What if maybe she was wrong? But... no, she can't say it out loud. She's too embarrassed... they're both idiots.]
[Way to sound super vehement about it. Yuya flinches for a second because ouch his kokoro. Knocking his peg down into the negatives.
He gaze sets forward onto the orchestra as he tries to recover, looking oddly disappointed before he sighs again. So much sighing. Why is this situation so difficult?]
Alright, alright. [Don't want her to shove him if he continues on the issue.
...Actually, now that he really thinks on it rather than getting sidetracked, there might be a solution to this. He switches the food plate from his right hand to his left then holds his palm out towards her.]
[N-Nooo don't look like that. She just meant he should forget about what people think! Honest! ... But wait, why is he so disappointed anyway? She must have really put her foot in her mouth. Yuzu's not sure what he's doing when he shifts the plate, but she tilts her head at the request.]
Yup. [His fingers curl around her hand, holding it momentarily before raising it up.
It should be immediately obvious what comes next. His eyes flicker towards hers for a second making sure she isn't already prepped to hit him before he leans his head down to kiss the back of her hand. It's a fleeting contact, and while he's already standing straight the moment it's over, his grasp on her hand lingers a bit before releasing.
His smile is partially staged mainly for the fact that he's mentally reeling. It seemed like a good idea in his head, but now that it's actually happened, he may have overstepped a line.]
Now we don't have to worry anymore. Besides, it's tradition! [Please don't murder him.]
[Don't worry, she's too flustered for murder. For the minute he's holding her hand, she's actually speechless - the Yuya she knows isn't romantic at all, when the heck did he learn a princely move like that!? Ah, but then she sees that performer's smile and it all makes sense again. How silly. She almost thought she should read into that. All at once, she's embarrassed and irritated and strangely lightheaded. Her face is turning red, too, so she takes her hand back.]
Jeez... weren't you the one that was worried about being seen as a couple? Doing something like that...
[It's stupid. Weird.
She liked it.
Except, wasn't it kind of one sided? If there was one thing Yuzu couldn't ever forgive herself for, it was receiving something without giving anything in return. She's hesitating as she trails off, and soon ... her mind goes blank. Not thinking about it at all, she leans in and gives him a peck on the cheek. Then she quickly turns back out with her shoulders completely stiff. Oh god, she really just did that. ]
...There. Now it's okay. I'm the one that stood under it, after all.
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But... when he starts talking about traditions, and then asks about someone else... well, she's not oblivious. She can catch his drift. But then again, it's Yuya, the guy who decided to run around in a clown costume for the first half of the ball. He could have some other completely random reasoning behind the thinking, and she would just never live it down if she got it wrong. So, after staring for a moment with her cheeks flushed despite herself, she crosses her arms.]
Someone else what? What are you asking?
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And she sure does know him well! He's suddenly reworking his question at the very last second because he's suddenly self-conscious when Yuzu looks at him. It's unfortunate that he can't read the mood. Incredibly, incredibly unfortunate because there's that little thought in the back of his mind that's telling him he has no chance.
But that doesn't mean his cheeks aren't suddenly burning as he looks elsewhere.]
W-well, I mean, if I left then someone else could come over and try-- [he's so lame he can't even say it] 'cause it's probably a tradition that exists in other worlds.
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[The flush has not left her own cheeks, nor has she uncrossed her arms.]
...S-So if I want to stay here, then that just means you can't go either!
[oh god. What is she doing. Self, what are you doing... but she's feeling stubborn and still inexplicably irritated, so she's not going to budge. Even if... tradition dictates that things go a certain way...]
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[It's his turn to be the knight in shining armor! Okay, not really. That delusion doesn't fit in his head well either. He's certain that Yuzu would kick anyone's butt if they tried to make a move on her. Him too, or maybe not.......Guh, he made the blush worse, didn't he?! Stupid thoughts.
Still, there's a thought that still bothers him about continuing to stand beneath the mistletoe.]
People might think we're boyfriend and girlfriend though. [H-he wishes he could entertain the thought, but that sort of reality seems too far away. Hence why he's putting it out there because that might be something that would bother Yuzu.
He's an idiot.]no subject
Yes. Yes it is. But she's trying to keep it together, here. What should she do? It's not like she's never thought about them actually being boyfriend and girlfriend, but Yuya has so much on his plate, and he's never acted interested... he always refutes it when someone else says it. Even now, he'd rather get her to step away than try to make a move. If she confessed... he would probably just laugh like he always does. At this stage they both appear to be the same color as the punch, though. What if maybe she was wrong? But... no, she can't say it out loud. She's too embarrassed...
they're both idiots.]Just forget about that, okay!?
lol I saw that
He gaze sets forward onto the orchestra as he tries to recover, looking oddly disappointed before he sighs again. So much sighing. Why is this situation so difficult?]
Alright, alright. [Don't want her to shove him if he continues on the issue.
...Actually, now that he really thinks on it rather than getting sidetracked, there might be a solution to this. He switches the food plate from his right hand to his left then holds his palm out towards her.]
Here, Yuzu. Let me see your hand.
:3c
Huh? Okay...
[Delicately putting her hand on top of his]
Like this?
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It should be immediately obvious what comes next. His eyes flicker towards hers for a second
making sure she isn't already prepped to hit himbefore he leans his head down to kiss the back of her hand. It's a fleeting contact, and while he's already standing straight the moment it's over, his grasp on her hand lingers a bit before releasing.His smile is partially staged mainly for the fact that he's mentally reeling. It seemed like a good idea in his head, but now that it's actually happened, he may have overstepped a line.]
Now we don't have to worry anymore. Besides, it's tradition! [Please don't murder him.]
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Jeez... weren't you the one that was worried about being seen as a couple? Doing something like that...
[It's stupid. Weird.
She liked it.
Except, wasn't it kind of one sided? If there was one thing Yuzu couldn't ever forgive herself for, it was receiving something without giving anything in return. She's hesitating as she trails off, and soon ... her mind goes blank. Not thinking about it at all, she leans in and gives him a peck on the cheek. Then she quickly turns back out with her shoulders completely stiff. Oh god, she really just did that. ]
...There. Now it's okay. I'm the one that stood under it, after all.
[internally screaming]