[How many teenagers have fantasized about this? Or rather-- have fantasized about Risette, the idol, the entertainer. Those two sides of her may not be completely separate, but Yu likes this better: Rise, rather than the entertainer, the blush on her cheeks wild and uncontrolled, real, solid, faceted.
He-- he does try, with the bra. Even with experience, his fingers fumble a bit; it's different, with a friend. With someone you've cared about so much for so long. How do other people do this, when it's with someone they knew from home? He exhales a soft chuckle, a sign of defeat, and a hint of sheepishness works its way into his expression when he surrenders to The Clasp. The hold she has on his hair sends a shiver through him, so he's a little breathless even as a faint smile tugs at his lips.] Please.
[And Yu starts on his own shirt, too. Because they're really doing this, huh? He tries to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat when he thinks about it. Tries to ignore thinking overall, really.]
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He-- he does try, with the bra. Even with experience, his fingers fumble a bit; it's different, with a friend. With someone you've cared about so much for so long. How do other people do this, when it's with someone they knew from home? He exhales a soft chuckle, a sign of defeat, and a hint of sheepishness works its way into his expression when he surrenders to The Clasp. The hold she has on his hair sends a shiver through him, so he's a little breathless even as a faint smile tugs at his lips.] Please.
[And Yu starts on his own shirt, too. Because they're really doing this, huh? He tries to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat when he thinks about it. Tries to ignore thinking overall, really.]