His Vanity

       Thus, he abolished the threat of any eyes ( especially those of his companions ) would be stained with sight of the Tsuguhito pondering so deep in thought. Posture ever so disheartening as shoulders slopped downward; s a long sigh is expelled from betwixt tensed lips. Heavy is the swirl of troubled thoughts that continued to prod and provoke him that, he’d even lose precious beauty sleep at this hour. 

    「ooc: Really love this piano piece, my all-time favorite. Suddenly dived into piano channels after listening to this amazing piano cover of the music used in the GoT finale.  」

    Gray toned hues dart to the hand --- Tenga isn’t even forcing him. Not just impulsively grabbing his hand ( perhaps he wished he did ). This time, Yuta is reassured enough --- and finally, those hesitating fingers slacken and cup to fold well into the other’s own hand. ❝Wait --- really -- !?❞ That Tenga even prepared in advance for this --- !! ❝You didn’t have to ---.... but--- thank you --- !❞ Voice pitching into a determined tone that he does mean it - ! Along the way, his hand remained enclosed within the male’s -- not letting go.

     And now he is suspicious because even this boy, who he barely knows anything --- aside from how he exudes an air of enigma that is almost threatening to him. Though, if he were to spare time to ponder about it, it was rather foolish to be bundled up in a knot of confusion over this small male. However, stay cool --- stay calm --- the mantra sings itself in his mind as he settled down. ❝Thank you, did you hear it from your onee-chan?❞ rough around the edges is his smile that is suppose to speak to a child, but his mood is steadily rising due to how this year....he feels less lonely. ❝Or did you hear about the cake~?❞

      ❝Ah --- -❞ Just how fast and far did word of the occasion spread -- !? A couple of people come to mind on who could have blabbered to others, but it’s not that he felt it was invasive but ....b he affirmed, tensed shoulders conveyed how on guard he is because this man may be wanting to poke fun at him ( or perhaps threaten his position as the one who is beautiful ).

  ❝HAAA --- !?❞ Nearly slammed right into his limit as the flood of red steamed up across his face --- dare the male compare him to a certain fruit. It’s one thing that someone acts to create effort to actually celebrate it --- it’s another to be asking if they could hold hands. The bashful blabbering stuttered from his lips as he stared at the hand --- then back to the male’s face --- back to the hand. Back & forth -- back & forth but his own hand was reaching forward, but he was almost afraid this is simply a joke ---. 

   ❝Ehhh --- !?❞ Ambushed ( overexaggerating ) by the pink-haired male, and again with someone, somehow finding out about his birthday --- !!! ❝Wait a minute -- ! How did you even know --- !?❞ Maybe it would have been more defined if they still were connected by the Kizna, that his heart did somersaults that Tenga was even bringing him out somewhere for his birthday. A warm, firm grip along his shoulders, the warm gesture and that stupid, bright grind on his face ---. Clearly, he was acting all aloof as he’s never been taken out specifically because of his birthday.

      ❝It’s fine...❞ But those egotistical walls no longer stand erect around him as his arms crossed over the table. ❝I haven’t...felt anything --- you?❞ one to initiate first. It wouldn’t take some long-winding deliberation to determine one of the reasons Nico approached him. Hopefully, he hadn’t been the only one drowning in such thoughts.