Monoma Neito:

Neito is a bit stunned that you would want to compare hand sizes with him. It just catches him off guard. He’ll stop what he was doing and look up at you, a raise of his brow and it’s a few moments until he regains composure and he’s perking up in his seat, already raising his hand and encouraging you to place your palm against his.

His hand presses against yours and it's cool to the touch. It’s much softer than expected and when you comment on it, he laughs and rolls his eyes, telling you that of course you would comment on that. His mind starts to wander and his hand will move on its own accord, his fingers bending as they trail down your fingers, until his fingertips are ghosting above your palm.

He enjoys holding hands with you. He has a crush on you so when you both hold hands, it just strengthens the feelings he already has for you. He’ll swallow nervously and act nonchalant about it, laughing as he comments about the size of your hand but as minutes pass and you continue to hold his hand, he starts to stutter and will want to pull away when palms start to get clammy but he fears that you’ll take it as rejection and it’s a horrible cycle.

The next day, he is proudly walking up to you and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours with a puffed chest as he walks alongside you. The confidence lasts for about five minutes until he’s faltering and asking you if you would like to continue- there’s no pressure, he says as he already removes his hand from yours, a downcast expression already looming over his face. He instantly brightens when you hold his hand this time, swinging it in between the both of you.

Neito has such soft hands that feel like silk, soft and cool. They’re perfectly manicured, slender and a bit chubby at the base. They’re soft and hold you with a firm grip. Every hand holding is met with a squeezing contest as you both try to out-squeeze each other, usually ending as one of you starts to giggle, shaking their head and admitting defeat. 

Shinso Hitoshi:

He’s confused as to why you would want to compare hand sizes- if he were to be a bit honest, it’s almost as if you have ulterior motives. When he voices his opinions, he gives you a knowing look and simply rolls his eyes, pulling up his hand and waiting for you to place your hand against his. He doesn’t mind doing something so simple- it’ll take a few minutes for you to get what you need from whatever you’re trying to do and he’s happy to have a break.

He’ll admit he likes how your hand feels against his. Yours is soft, softer than his at least and your fingers twitch against him, tapping against the knuckles and he chuckles softly. He isn’t flustered by the actions, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment so he lets his palm rest against yours and slowly when your hands start to knit and intertwine, he’s giving out a strained cough and looking away.

The things that he was busy with are left unfinished, the screen turning dark from lack of use and notes half finished as he lets the intertwined hands fall into the space between the both of you. He adjusts himself to sit next to you and will probably take a quick nap while the two of you are holding hands.

The day after, he’s smug. He’s coming up to you and while he won’t offer to hold hands again or compare hand sizes, he does give you a knowing look and tries to flash his hands in front of you as much as he can without raising suspicion. He likes to see you get flustered and throw him a dirty look without the malice attached. There’s a bit of back and forth where you’ll expose your hands only to brush him off with a laugh.

Hitoshi’s hands are cold and slender. Thin fingers that rise towards the sky and hold few calluses on the tips due to his training. His hands are cold- a pleasant touch during a hot day and an unforgivable one during a cold day. He snickers whenever you jump as he places his hands on your neck. Hand holding with him is soft, kept in a loose grip, only to tighten when the crowd becomes thick. He likes the soft grip that gets when he holds your hand, something gentle and intimate as you wrap yourself around his arm and make a comment about his hands.

Shishikura Seiji:

Seiji is going to think it’s childish. He doesn’t see the appeal of wanting to compare hand sizes. Anyways, besides the fact of it not being necessary, you’re asking him to do it public. He has an image to maintain- it's a matter of looking professional as a hero. Even off the clock.

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he does have a soft spot for you so once you pout and ask him please in a whiny voice while tugging on his hand, he’s grumbling and putting his hand against yours. His hand is steady- still and poised- with narrowed eyes as he watched your hand pressed against his. His shoulder jerks when you start to move your hand- wrapping your fingers around his, tracing at the lines on his palms or going over his knuckles. He swallows nervously and bites the bottom of his lip.

If you compliment his hands, he’s going to internally die and give you a curt nod. His leg will bounce and he’s mumbling a “thank you.” He lets his hand be examined by you, have it turned and traced with a phantom touch that leaves him in goosebumps. He wants to breathe for a moment but finds himself unable to as you tap against his knuckles and interweave your hand with his.

He goes up to you the next day with squared shoulders and says that he wants to compare sizes again- telling you something about something, a half-baked excuse that even he has trouble believing and ends up with him just rewording and repeating things. He sits next to you and holds hands- it’s stiff at first, a tight hold on yours until slowly it molds into something much more comfortable and he’s resting against your arm with hands on his lap.

Seiji’s hands are rough, they’re a bit pudgy and soft but the calluses are still there and he’s incredibly sensitive about how they feel. When your hands touch his and wrap around him, they leave a warm mark on you. He holds you with a tight grip, pulling you close to him or even allowing you to just play with your hand.

Yoarashi Inasa:

Inasa is so eager to compare hand sizes. He’ll grab your hand and put it against his, bending his fingers down so they trap you there in his grip. It’s firm enough that you can feel the pressure but gentle that you could pull away if you wanted to. He’ll comment how small your hand is compared to his and pull his hand away, flexing it as he stares at the empty palm.

He’s the one who will turn it into hand holding, cupping your hand in his and telling you how pretty your hands are as he traces over old scars and bumps. He’s gentle with you in his hand, lightly grazing his finger over your palm, curving each finger with his, and commenting how pretty your nails are. 

He knows that he’s passionate- he wants to be like that- he wants to be the hero who people can smile with but he also knows that he can come off a bit much so when you hold his hand and listen to him talk and engage, he’s over the moon. He plays with your hand, holding it in his and either tracing mindless shapes over it or massaging it, and he’ll just talk and smile over at you, eager and excited that you’re sitting there with him.

The next day, he’s offering to hold hands again- but mainly he spends the time just examining your hand and playing with it. If you end playing with his hand, he’ll still go on about whatever he was talking about and if you two happen to get lunch together, he’s going to be feeding you. He really likes hand holding.