[How considerate Hinata. Komaeda is working quickly, eager to have that shirt unbuttoned -- and his cute little tie tugged loose enough so that he can slip his collar free of it -- but he leaves it still done up loosely about Hinata's neck, even as he moves to slide his shirt down his arms.

What? It's cute.

He sighs in enjoyment at the feeling of those lips moving over his skin.] Hmm? [A distracted, thoughtful hum as he arches towards the touch of Hinata's hands.] Well. It's started to make up for it anyway. There's still a little more making up for it to do, don't you think?