[ that might be a relief to hear, and shōyō does seem to breathe out a laugh. oh, these rackets they’re sharing. there’s just so much to ask and say, but—
shōyō ends up clinging onto the chocolate. ]
I-It was weird, but, [ his smile twists and contorts into a mix of flustered and grinning, then biting his lips: ] not, bad?
[ okay. okay! he said it! he said his bit. he can probably die now, tilting his head to the side and his eyes going with. underneath them, his cheeks still burn rusty. ]
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shōyō ends up clinging onto the chocolate. ]
I-It was weird, but, [ his smile twists and contorts into a mix of flustered and grinning, then biting his lips: ] not, bad?
[ okay. okay! he said it! he said his bit. he can probably die now, tilting his head to the side and his eyes going with. underneath them, his cheeks still burn rusty. ]
—Glad you liked it. The racket guided me over.