[Another question presses itself to the forefront of his mind. Aizawa squeezes his hand, trying to think of a way to ask that doesn't come across as self-pitying or insecure, because that's not how he means it.
Why are you attracted to me? he wants to ask. You barely know me, and I'm not all that attractive. Not self-pitying, not a desperate grab for assurance, but an honest question. What on earth is Toshinori bothering to go out with a boy four years younger than him that he barely knows?
But perhaps he'll ask that later. For now, he shifts, moving slightly closer, content to do nothing but pet cats and bask in the way they're holding hands. Which is why, as they finish their drinks and Toshinori pays, he feels a slight sense of trepidation. It's silly to panic, but there's a certain sense of expectation at the end of a date, and for all he's determined to be bold, he doesn't know if he's actually up to reaching for a kiss.]
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[Another question presses itself to the forefront of his mind. Aizawa squeezes his hand, trying to think of a way to ask that doesn't come across as self-pitying or insecure, because that's not how he means it.
Why are you attracted to me? he wants to ask. You barely know me, and I'm not all that attractive. Not self-pitying, not a desperate grab for assurance, but an honest question. What on earth is Toshinori bothering to go out with a boy four years younger than him that he barely knows?
But perhaps he'll ask that later. For now, he shifts, moving slightly closer, content to do nothing but pet cats and bask in the way they're holding hands. Which is why, as they finish their drinks and Toshinori pays, he feels a slight sense of trepidation. It's silly to panic, but there's a certain sense of expectation at the end of a date, and for all he's determined to be bold, he doesn't know if he's actually up to reaching for a kiss.]