[The pause is brief, but tangible as Kidou's face goes carefully blank. As if hearing the name Shin Teikoku aloud didn't send a chill down his spine, as if ... a lot of things. He had so many memories with Sakuma that it shouldn't be that one that remained in the forefront of his mind. While that blankness could be read as surprise, it wasn't. It was simply a focus on not reacting.
Sakuma would immediately know the association Kidou has.
But then the pause ends, and Kidou's face softens into a smile. That is, after all, exactly what he was thinking. He speaks more gently than he usually does; something that Sakuma likely only rarely had occasion to hear. They didn't share a history that allowed for moments like that often enough; even speaking softly softly always had that crisp formality to it.]
Me, too.
[Kidou tilts his head back up, cementing that eye contact. The lighting is dark enough to remove any chance of seeing Kidou's eyes through them, even this close to each other. No matter how thoroughly hidden his eyes may be, the perfect lack of an angle on those lenses give little room for doubt where his focus is.
Something about the private proximity, or the increasingly late time, spurs him into one more sentence that he'd usually rethink. Or it's a byproduct of his time at Raimon getting him to be a bit more open than before. Just a little. Just enough.]
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Sakuma would immediately know the association Kidou has.
But then the pause ends, and Kidou's face softens into a smile. That is, after all, exactly what he was thinking. He speaks more gently than he usually does; something that Sakuma likely only rarely had occasion to hear. They didn't share a history that allowed for moments like that often enough; even speaking softly softly always had that crisp formality to it.]
Me, too.
[Kidou tilts his head back up, cementing that eye contact. The lighting is dark enough to remove any chance of seeing Kidou's eyes through them, even this close to each other. No matter how thoroughly hidden his eyes may be, the perfect lack of an angle on those lenses give little room for doubt where his focus is.
Something about the private proximity, or the increasingly late time, spurs him into one more sentence that he'd usually rethink. Or it's a byproduct of his time at Raimon getting him to be a bit more open than before. Just a little. Just enough.]
It suits you when it's like this.
[When it's showing part of who you really are.]