[ He feels flustered enough without getting under the sheets, but he is absolutely going to pause... and then sit up. He can't sleep with a shirt on, so he's just. Going to remove that. He's, uh... far more built than his clothes would imply, since he typically wears them just loose enough that it's hidden.
After loosely folding that, he'll set it next to him and lie back down. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
It's after those negative feelings seem to shift out of the picture, gradually replaced with some calm and security, there's... a brief struggle against it for now. It's actually not altogether intentional - more like he's just that used to fighting against himself.
When Akira brushes the bangs from his face, his cheeks darken the tiniest bit, and then he reaches up, returning the gesture. There's a small smile on his lips as he does. ]
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After loosely folding that, he'll set it next to him and lie back down. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
It's after those negative feelings seem to shift out of the picture, gradually replaced with some calm and security, there's... a brief struggle against it for now. It's actually not altogether intentional - more like he's just that used to fighting against himself.
When Akira brushes the bangs from his face, his cheeks darken the tiniest bit, and then he reaches up, returning the gesture. There's a small smile on his lips as he does. ]