[ despite a short stature, shoyo had arms that seemed perfect for an embrace— not too large, but definitely not thin. they have an athletic puff to them, thick enough to show off his hard efforts and guard the body that rests upon him well. a hand that once at the other's nape rises some ways to the back of his head, to hold him up here just as much as he wanted to cradle him by the back and shoulders. with a fluttering, tumbling stomach that played a smile right on his lips when pecked and huddled, shoyo makes sure to coil comfortably around lazarus, complete with his cheek pressed against his head and a leg hiked up to trap his side.

no escape, only cuddles now. warm, warm cuddles when lazarus still had that fresh-hot shower feel, and his nose was stuck in his hair. it smelled like his soap . . . he also remembers, half-way through a deep inhale, that lazarus was shy, or had said so at the party. ]

Y'know, it makes me really excited, [ jump, rush, adrenaline, all of that, ] thinking about holding your hand in public.

[ this wasn't about him when he was brimming with enough confidence and energy to come out with it. oikawa's given him easy encouragement, and he's not half as horny as the kids he caught in the bathroom! or nishinoya! ]

But If you're uncomfortable with it, I can definitely hold up and hold your hand indoors. I'd understand. [ especially since he knows he's "shy". the game projection before them has begun, with paps and whistles sounding high to signal scored. ] —Are we dating?

[ the plan had been to ask him out, but. hm. he needs to make sure they both make sure! ]