[ . . . so Rin might have been faster than Haru at a lot of things, it had been years since they indulged in competitions as mundane as reading. let him think he's a faster reader, okay. with a visible bristle, Haru's eyes coolly send a glare Rin's way, but it's not long before his attention is completely consumed by the pages that Rin flips through.
there's something about this activity that brings Haruka back to the happier moments of his childhood. every moment of embarrassment being relived, the hot flash of a challenge pulling him in against his will, and the quiet awe and wonder he'd felt when looking at the strange sights picture books and calendars had to offer.
maybe that wonder is written on his expression, because it's almost eerily mirroring the face of the boxfish. Rin's question snaps Haru's agape expression shut, as he screws his lips tightly together and looks away from the book. ]
It's okay ... [ he glances back at the box fish, reaching over to flip forward to the next page, then... flip back right to the box fish. it really came in so many colors... ] I guess.
It looks surprised. [ is he blushing at the fish. "cute" is what he's thinking... ]
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there's something about this activity that brings Haruka back to the happier moments of his childhood. every moment of embarrassment being relived, the hot flash of a challenge pulling him in against his will, and the quiet awe and wonder he'd felt when looking at the strange sights picture books and calendars had to offer.
maybe that wonder is written on his expression, because it's almost eerily mirroring the face of the boxfish. Rin's question snaps Haru's agape expression shut, as he screws his lips tightly together and looks away from the book. ]
It's okay ... [ he glances back at the box fish, reaching over to flip forward to the next page, then... flip back right to the box fish. it really came in so many colors... ] I guess.
It looks surprised. [ is he blushing at the fish. "cute" is what he's thinking... ]