( whether true or not, the gesture beats light in takasugi's chest—a flutter of happiness for being reached out to.
maybe it's a little juvenile, after the way he'd acted just days ago and with the memory of that red still staining his fingertips. but the corners of his mouth turn into a grin nonetheless.
amagi-kun wants him to treat him? with numis he claimed to have earned and then thrown his way?
he sits up immediately, discarding all of what he's been stewing on from his time spent out in the field— )
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maybe it's a little juvenile, after the way he'd acted just days ago and with the memory of that red still staining his fingertips. but the corners of his mouth turn into a grin nonetheless.
amagi-kun wants him to treat him? with numis he claimed to have earned and then thrown his way?
he sits up immediately, discarding all of what he's been stewing on from his time spent out in the field— )