[He thought back to moments where they just sat on the couch, Naoto curled up with a book while he was putting some groundwork into a cross-stitch or starting what would be a blanket that would comfortably house two on a chilly night. They didn't talk then, but would still feel that something was wrong or missing if either one of them left the room. Kanji wondered if there was a chroma generated by simply being near each other like that, rather than touching.]

R-right, makes sense. Don't just be all... "moonlacey", and don't get hasty.

[Good god, the ease with which he just SAYS THE WORD. He's got some catching up to do!]

I dunno, I always kinda wanted to be like... the way she makes me. She makes my damn socks pop off or I'll need a minute to soak my head just because she smiled at me or she knows how to look at me and eat a damn strawberry. She's a seriously good tease and I fuckin' love it...!

I just- I wanna be the one to make her sweat a little for once, even the score!