[Yuuto shivers noticeably- Especially obvious since his belt tail follows suit,- and hides his face near the crook of her neck. He hadn't expected his own reaction. His attempt to recover is not going smoothly.]
[He makes quite the sound, face still hidden against her neck, and ends up catching one of her hands to hold. His belt happily wags, even as he's pouting.]
Himeko... Mean. Now I'm blushing..! [he was already blushing.]
I don’t mind at all! Should I also… [Yuuto looks down at himself; He sure does wear a lot of layers. He only now notices how his belt has been swaying.] My belt is doing it again.
Ah- I-I'm sorry. I should have taken it off sooner.
[And just like that, his belt disappears and leaves only the faintest trace of star-like sparkles. Yuuto pushes himself to his knees and watches her with a mix of admiration and anxiety, before quietly offering:]
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N-No. I-It's fine. I'm sorry for making such a strange request.
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No, sorry, I just- I got a little flustered. C'mon, get a little closer.
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[ She'll lean in close, so that her lips are right near his ear as she lowers her voice to a whisper: ]
I love you, Yuuto. ♥
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A-Ahaha... Mmm. I- I love you too, Himeko...
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[ Even if she's laughing, it's not as if she's making fun of him; rather, she's having fun seeing his response. ]
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Yuuto stays close, kissing her neck and then settling comfortably. He needs to calm down and regain his facade.]
It feels nice, even without the chocolate.
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Himeko... Mean. Now I'm blushing..! [he was already blushing.]
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[For most of his life, words of love have been directed at "Yumeno Yuuto" as a concept. But never at him.]
Thank you for winning.
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[Though he’s beginning to relax, Yuuto keeps a grip on her hand.]
I won’t disappoint you.
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[ She squeezes his hand in return. ]
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… Mm. If you’re still okay with this.
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[ She'll shift a little bit as she reaches behind her to start unclasping the bra; her face is honestly a little red as she does this. ]
And... ah- I noticed, but I didn't want to say anything.
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[And just like that, his belt disappears and leaves only the faintest trace of star-like sparkles. Yuuto pushes himself to his knees and watches her with a mix of admiration and anxiety, before quietly offering:]
... Do you want help? I know how bra clasps work.
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[ She says the words as she glances away in embarassment, the bra off as she tosses it aside. ]
Don't get too disappointed or whatever, okay?
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[It’s never crossed his mind before. Yuuto shakes his head and slips both arms around her from behind.]
That doesn’t make sense to me. I love you, not your chest size?
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