[Hinata grins, though he can feel a blush threatening, glancing down to where Komaeda's pale hand is set against his shoulder. It shouldn't make a lump happen in his throat, no, that'd be silly... yes. Silly.]
Yeah, count on me. I'll steer us away from dessert tables. [And he steps, pulling Komaeda into the dance.]
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Yeah, count on me. I'll steer us away from dessert tables. [And he steps, pulling Komaeda into the dance.]