[ When she sets her hands down, he sighs through his nose as he focuses on making sure it's just right. It's not very complicated, but maybe it's because this was something familiar to him. Or he's watched Ayaka enough times...but as she apologizes, he hums and shakes his head despite the fact she couldn't see it. His fingers play along the flat of the ribbon, checking to make sure it's not tangled or on a weird angle as it leads up to the base. ]
I used to have longer hair...when I was a kid. Nowhere near yours, but. [ His gaze softens, half-lidded in reminisce as he thinks of how he used to have his Mom put his hair up for him when he couldn't figure it out. Then as he got older, he would stubbornly tell her that he could do it himself. ...she still did it, fussing over how it was lopsided sometimes or he had too many strands sticking out the sides. ] I always had it up in a ponytail.
[ So he's more familiar with this than she'd think. And once he's finished fixing her ribbon, before he can sit back on his knees or move with a satisfied little sigh, she cranes her neck and looks right up at him, head bumping his chest. His expression flickers, eyes widening as he feels warmth spreading on his face again. But it's fleeting, his surprise and yet another reminder...this is the girl that he told Ayato he would watch over. That he told her parents that he would watch over. ]
...
[ It doesn't take much, leaning down over her the way he did to steal another kiss, staying right where he is as he closes his eyes. Distant chimes ring along the summer breeze when they kiss, bringing warmth that preserves and protects this moment.
This is the girl he promised to always keep his eyes on. And the girl he fell in love with. ]
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I used to have longer hair...when I was a kid. Nowhere near yours, but. [ His gaze softens, half-lidded in reminisce as he thinks of how he used to have his Mom put his hair up for him when he couldn't figure it out. Then as he got older, he would stubbornly tell her that he could do it himself. ...she still did it, fussing over how it was lopsided sometimes or he had too many strands sticking out the sides. ] I always had it up in a ponytail.
[ So he's more familiar with this than she'd think. And once he's finished fixing her ribbon, before he can sit back on his knees or move with a satisfied little sigh, she cranes her neck and looks right up at him, head bumping his chest. His expression flickers, eyes widening as he feels warmth spreading on his face again. But it's fleeting, his surprise and yet another reminder...this is the girl that he told Ayato he would watch over. That he told her parents that he would watch over. ]
...
[ It doesn't take much, leaning down over her the way he did to steal another kiss, staying right where he is as he closes his eyes. Distant chimes ring along the summer breeze when they kiss, bringing warmth that preserves and protects this moment.
This is the girl he promised to always keep his eyes on. And the girl he fell in love with. ]