[ Shuichi looks up at Ouma, a bit dazed and incredulous. Maybe he can also blame the fact that it's around 3am and he passed the point he could have imagined anything like this a long time ago for the fact that he does slide his hands further down. Leaning a bit closer so he can reach, his fingers dip further, past where he could plausibly find the edge of his underwear, brushing the curve of Ouma's ass before he pauses like that, both hands down the back of Ouma's pants, face burning. ]
L-Looks like you were telling the truth... this time.
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L-Looks like you were telling the truth... this time.