[ thankfully, kuro seems to mitigate much of nazuna's flailing, flustered embarrassment over his traitorous tongue: though his cheeks stay pink, it lets nazuna take a moment to (sort of) compose himself. after all, it's hard to be all that composed. kuro says you look real good and nazuna's smiling, ear to ear.
he wants to hug him.
vibrating a little, nazuna nods, once, then twice, his bangs bouncing a little with the force of the motion. kuro's real in front of him, and he's never even allowed himself to think about this moment before this. about the apologies he'd like to say, about how he missed him and thought about him all the time. there are a thousand things he could say, and now, nazuna nito has the voice to say it.
he has more than a voice, though, now. nazuna's warm with the realization, with the brimming happiness of knowing a relationship he thought was ruined might still have a breath of a chance. so, he takes a step forward, and then another, and then abruptly makes his decision: he closes the space between them a little quicker than a walk, then lifts his arms to throw them around his chest in a hug. ]
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he wants to hug him.
vibrating a little, nazuna nods, once, then twice, his bangs bouncing a little with the force of the motion. kuro's real in front of him, and he's never even allowed himself to think about this moment before this. about the apologies he'd like to say, about how he missed him and thought about him all the time. there are a thousand things he could say, and now, nazuna nito has the voice to say it.
he has more than a voice, though, now. nazuna's warm with the realization, with the brimming happiness of knowing a relationship he thought was ruined might still have a breath of a chance. so, he takes a step forward, and then another, and then abruptly makes his decision: he closes the space between them a little quicker than a walk, then lifts his arms to throw them around his chest in a hug. ]