[His heart is pounding, once again, but this time for a different reason. It feels like back when he was younger, out playing with Kirino, and they came home later than they were supposed to. He'd gotten his white shirt dirty after they fell in a puddle chasing a soccer ball, and it'd been a trip trying to get to his room and change without getting caught by the head maid. To think he'll experience this feeling again...
The fingers of his free hand find the fabric of Tsurugi's shirt, curling around the material as he quiets his breathing and tries to listen for any more of the noise the other said he picked up. Any uneven breathing. Any voices.
He nuzzles into his shoulder again.] My room is down the hall...?
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The fingers of his free hand find the fabric of Tsurugi's shirt, curling around the material as he quiets his breathing and tries to listen for any more of the noise the other said he picked up. Any uneven breathing. Any voices.
He nuzzles into his shoulder again.] My room is down the hall...?