[Komaeda informs him before the laugh he's been holding back escapes.] But even if I do, there's really no denying that I like it anyway.
[He does like it, okay? So any complaining would be at best just noise. So maybe he's leaning a little closer while they dance, while they're close. Maybe he's forgotten they're quite as in public as they are, but it's hard to remember when he's actually feeling this at ease.
Fingertips -- and they are his prosthetic; Hinata's right really. He uses them as though they're both his flesh and blood -- continue over Hinata's cheek for a moment before he wraps that arm around him as well.]
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[Komaeda informs him before the laugh he's been holding back escapes.] But even if I do, there's really no denying that I like it anyway.
[He does like it, okay? So any complaining would be at best just noise. So maybe he's leaning a little closer while they dance, while they're close. Maybe he's forgotten they're quite as in public as they are, but it's hard to remember when he's actually feeling this at ease.
Fingertips -- and they are his prosthetic; Hinata's right really. He uses them as though they're both his flesh and blood -- continue over Hinata's cheek for a moment before he wraps that arm around him as well.]