[ With a quick glance to the door, Nishikiyama assesses the likelihood of their breakfast arriving anytime too soon. The light hook of fingers in the bathrobe is suggestive enough, and something not yakuza in Nishikiyama locks the thudding of his heartbeat in his throat. Is he embarrassed? Flattered? He shouldn't be with the power dynamic and yet he somehow feels hesitant for too much of himself to be known. His next swallow hurts in a strange way. ]
You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
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You really listened yesterday.
[ His arm is loose and easy to pull from the sleeve. He isn't resisting Mine's motions. ]
Only said the morning but you gave the whole day.