[ He gives a quiet hum in thought, and when Edamura's hand next feathers its way up his jawline, he shifts a little to better tuck his cheekbone against Edamura's palm. It feels nice. ]
Mm? You were nervous as well? It didn't even occur to me, what with your iron-clad composure.
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Mm? You were nervous as well? It didn't even occur to me, what with your iron-clad composure.
[ Teasing, he's just teasing. ]
Why was it?