More like, [ he repeats lazarus and trails off without finishing, like a buffoon but with the addition of becoming entranced. he can feel his heart pound in his ears and intensify the heat on his face through color— rusty as warmblood was. “eye to eye” was the thought, the action following it was shōyō stretching himself enough to do just that. his chin marked lazarus’ collarbone, by comparison, so if he just lifted his head, then . . .
his heart wasn’t skipping anymore, it was rattling. he kept his eyes pinned and his thought process to find the words, any words he could use, at all, have short circuited. something in him, that gut instinct he always heard when he moved, spoke up. do it. you’re flirting. you’re holding hands. you like him. he probably likes you too. duh. just do it—
without allowing doubt to trickle through and much like the quick second decisions he had to take above the net, he makes this one: shōyō tilts his head sideways just enough to keep his nose from bumping in the way, in milliseconds he can feel his gut turn to ice and rise with burning heat up to his throat with this anticipation for what came next, and fluidly, all at once with what he was feeling, leans in— ]
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his heart wasn’t skipping anymore, it was rattling. he kept his eyes pinned and his thought process to find the words, any words he could use, at all, have short circuited. something in him, that gut instinct he always heard when he moved, spoke up. do it. you’re flirting. you’re holding hands. you like him. he probably likes you too. duh. just do it—
without allowing doubt to trickle through and much like the quick second decisions he had to take above the net, he makes this one: shōyō tilts his head sideways just enough to keep his nose from bumping in the way, in milliseconds he can feel his gut turn to ice and rise with burning heat up to his throat with this anticipation for what came next, and fluidly, all at once with what he was feeling, leans in— ]