[His gaze darts up, meeting Toshinori's face for just a moment before focusing back down on his body. There's few clearer signals than the one he just got, but still his fingers hesitate for just a moment. Not because he doesn't want to feel him, but . . .
This is a path he can't back down from. So he'd best make a decision quickly on what it is he wants to do, because he'd despise himself for being something so stupid as fickle.]
It's . . .
[Slowly, his fingers trace upwards again. They move lightly this pass, memorizing the feeling of rough warmth beneath his fingertips. There's no rush, and so he takes his time, lingering here and there for no other reason than it suits him.]
There are plenty of heroes who would run from such a confrontation, and no one would blame them.
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This is a path he can't back down from. So he'd best make a decision quickly on what it is he wants to do, because he'd despise himself for being something so stupid as fickle.]
It's . . .
[Slowly, his fingers trace upwards again. They move lightly this pass, memorizing the feeling of rough warmth beneath his fingertips. There's no rush, and so he takes his time, lingering here and there for no other reason than it suits him.]
There are plenty of heroes who would run from such a confrontation, and no one would blame them.