[The locker room's not that bad either, for a locker room - Heigo's just a bit fastidious, and maybe a bit germophobic. He's no less thankful to have been saved because he wound up here, and Atsushi's casual reaction to being thanked for it makes him consider the dream possibility again.
But no, this is all far too real to be a dream. He wouldn't be able to feel every single beat of his heart as clearly as his fist clenching and unclenching while his pulse returns to normal in a dream.
Atsushi's reaction does at least prompt Heigo to sit up properly, which heads off his impending rant about all the traffic trouble he faced this morning before it can even begin. Is there - something different about Atsushi - ? It's something so small but so pronounced that all of Heigo's attention funnels into working out what it could be, his eyes darting back and forth behind his glasses as he takes in every part of Atsushi's face.
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But no, this is all far too real to be a dream. He wouldn't be able to feel every single beat of his heart as clearly as his fist clenching and unclenching while his pulse returns to normal in a dream.
Atsushi's reaction does at least prompt Heigo to sit up properly, which heads off his impending rant about all the traffic trouble he faced this morning before it can even begin. Is there - something different about Atsushi - ? It's something so small but so pronounced that all of Heigo's attention funnels into working out what it could be, his eyes darting back and forth behind his glasses as he takes in every part of Atsushi's face.
Oh - eyes. That's it.]
Are those... cosplay contacts?