[ oh, what is she doing. she’s never talked to a boy enough for it to lead to a pleasant conversation. he is bumping elbows and it is turning her into a giggling, shy but responsive— mess? she could guess what they all say, “boys just want one thing”, and you know? she could’ve cared about it. she doesn’t really anymore. what’s the problem with being a little more selfish for once?
would she set herself up to get hurt up ahead? well, maybe! or maybe she should just be in it for the jittery fun her heart keeps skipping. it was— that’s right, fun to indulge. when asa peeks up this time, her smile is lopsided and awkward, her face a burning rose, but she’s not hiding it.
please, just don’t get embarrassing. yoru is silent. this is good for her, so why intervene? but shouldn’t she be careful because of yoru? her shadow is an ugly thing, but it encourages her to place down the perfect trap along the way: weͤ’rͬeͤ aͣll dͩeͤaͣdͩ aͣnywaͣy. whͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ woͦrͬs͛ᴛⷮ s͛hͪeͤ cͨoͦuͧldͩ dͩoͦ?
right . . .
asa tries to pull one of her hair’s tails to her chest— that little preening you do without exactly realizing you’re doing it— along with a gentle sway of her weight between her legs. so close to another bump, but just out of reach and causing a bare scrape of arms. she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, but? you know— she could try. thank god you don’t only live once. ]
You kind of are. Goofball— I-In a good way. [ she’s not making fun of him!! ] I didn’t think you’d be the same, over text.
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would she set herself up to get hurt up ahead? well, maybe! or maybe she should just be in it for the jittery fun her heart keeps skipping. it was— that’s right, fun to indulge. when asa peeks up this time, her smile is lopsided and awkward, her face a burning rose, but she’s not hiding it.
please, just don’t get embarrassing. yoru is silent. this is good for her, so why intervene? but shouldn’t she be careful because of yoru? her shadow is an ugly thing, but it encourages her to place down the perfect trap along the way: weͤ’rͬeͤ aͣll dͩeͤaͣdͩ aͣnywaͣy. whͪaͣᴛⷮ’s͛ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ woͦrͬs͛ᴛⷮ s͛hͪeͤ cͨoͦuͧldͩ dͩoͦ?
right . . .
asa tries to pull one of her hair’s tails to her chest— that little preening you do without exactly realizing you’re doing it— along with a gentle sway of her weight between her legs. so close to another bump, but just out of reach and causing a bare scrape of arms. she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, but? you know— she could try. thank god you don’t only live once. ]
You kind of are. Goofball— I-In a good way. [ she’s not making fun of him!! ] I didn’t think you’d be the same, over text.