What- what is Kuwata-kun doing, indeed? This was the least thing Chihiro would ever expect anyone to do. A headpat wasn't surprising, hell, even anyone allowing him to cling to their arm wouldn't have been as weird, but... a hug?
He's very lucky that he's being hugged by another boy, and not, say, by a girl; and that what is welcoming his face is not breasts but a manly chest. It would have made everything worse. He would have fainted, maybe! But this isn't the case, thank goodness.
Still, this is weird- and it causes him to remove his hands from his face, instead going to grip at Leon's uniform. He doesn't know what his feelings are doing, he- he doesn't know how he should feel about this. The words die in his throat just as he's about to say them, to ask Kuwata-kun why this...
He's going to stand there, eyes wide- and of course he's too dumbfounded to work out any sort of courage to push away. ]
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What- what is Kuwata-kun doing, indeed? This was the least thing Chihiro would ever expect anyone to do. A headpat wasn't surprising, hell, even anyone allowing him to cling to their arm wouldn't have been as weird, but... a hug?
He's very lucky that he's being hugged by another boy, and not, say, by a girl; and that what is welcoming his face is not breasts but a manly chest. It would have made everything worse. He would have fainted, maybe! But this isn't the case, thank goodness.
Still, this is weird- and it causes him to remove his hands from his face, instead going to grip at Leon's uniform. He doesn't know what his feelings are doing, he- he doesn't know how he should feel about this. The words die in his throat just as he's about to say them, to ask Kuwata-kun why this...
He's going to stand there, eyes wide- and of course he's too dumbfounded to work out any sort of courage to push away. ]