[ It's hard to put into words, he says, before putting the kindest words ever spoken about Haruaki into the universe.
His cheek steadily burns hotter beneath Akira's gentle hand, and the only word for the expression that overtakes his face is stunned.
For a brief second, he wonders if it's a trap. Some way for the mad doctor to get one over on him and– what, vivisect him? But he's already got Haruaki in a hospital bed, at his mercy. There's no need to go for overkill like this. And besides, even if he did, is excessive flattery really Akira's style of subterfuge? He's more likely to use his intellect than anything, and then brute force after that...
No, all signs point to what everything he's saying being entirely sincere.
Which raises a thousand more questions in Haruaki's mind, really. He didn't know Akira was paying such close attention to him.
There are so many things he could say, wants to say. But in the end–
His hands drop from Akira's shoulders, come up in front of his own chest, index fingers pressing together. ]
If all of that is true, then...
[ As if in response to Akira's observations of him, his cowlick wiggles back and forth as he bows his head just enough to be able to look up at Akira through his lashes. On anyone else, it might be a calculated move to look as flirtatious and appealing as possible – on Haruaki, it's entirely genuine. He doesn't mean to look the way he does. Not right now, out of his depth as he is. ]
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His cheek steadily burns hotter beneath Akira's gentle hand, and the only word for the expression that overtakes his face is stunned.
For a brief second, he wonders if it's a trap. Some way for the mad doctor to get one over on him and– what, vivisect him? But he's already got Haruaki in a hospital bed, at his mercy. There's no need to go for overkill like this. And besides, even if he did, is excessive flattery really Akira's style of subterfuge? He's more likely to use his intellect than anything, and then brute force after that...
No, all signs point to what everything he's saying being entirely sincere.
Which raises a thousand more questions in Haruaki's mind, really. He didn't know Akira was paying such close attention to him.
There are so many things he could say, wants to say. But in the end–
His hands drop from Akira's shoulders, come up in front of his own chest, index fingers pressing together. ]
If all of that is true, then...
[ As if in response to Akira's observations of him, his cowlick wiggles back and forth as he bows his head just enough to be able to look up at Akira through his lashes. On anyone else, it might be a calculated move to look as flirtatious and appealing as possible – on Haruaki, it's entirely genuine. He doesn't mean to look the way he does. Not right now, out of his depth as he is. ]
Shouldn't we have a redo?