[ He leans into her touch, still halfway concealed behind the sliding door as he moves closer to her. The nemaki and towel are barely hanging on against his hip where he holds it as he moves to close what miniscule distance is left between them. And if Ayaka doesn't move? She's going to be kissed again. It's for how long she was watching him...taking her time with this, that he seizes the opportunity. It's chaste, but it lingers. Stoking the embers from earlier yet not intending on letting it turn into another soaring blaze.
That by the time he draws away, his eyes have taken an icier tone as well, mirroring the younger Kamisato when he feels emboldened to ask as he pulls away a hair's length, ]
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That by the time he draws away, his eyes have taken an icier tone as well, mirroring the younger Kamisato when he feels emboldened to ask as he pulls away a hair's length, ]