[The whole thing takes less than a couple minutes, between Fudou taking the towel and the towel being flopped over his head. Eyes widen as the room suddenly goes dark, and for a split second, the hairs on the back of his neck raise up, his body tenses, and he's ready for SOMETHING to happen.
Before his mind can really drift to anything necessarily bad, hands go to his head, bracing for what was going to be a smack or a punch, clearly. What he gets? Light ruffling of his hair. There's a soft choked sound underneath the towel, more out of surprise than anything panicked. The towel fluffs his hair, the moisture leaving it significantly lighter than it'd been earlier, but much cleaner and softer than he'd had it before the bath.
It felt...nice.
His heart leaps at the feeling, as if something woke up in his heart that hadn't been felt in years. Hands affectionally ruffling his hair, massaging his scalp through the cloth of the towel. And for just a split second, before his brain quickly shoves it away, he wanted to believe that it was as affectionate as he hoped.
But his heart is not so easily won. While he doesn't shove the gesture away, he does shake his head much like a dog when Fudou stops, towel removed and hair now fluffy and lightweight. His eyes can only stare at Fudou in wonder, as if he were truly the strangest adult he's ever seen in his entire life (not that it was that far of a stretch for Fudou, the man didn't exactly dress like anyone with good taste). This was a boy who'd known nothing but rigorous training, fighting for survival, and letting soccer prove his worth, suddenly in an environment where he was not only welcomed, but cared for as if he'd always belonged there. There's no words to describe what he's feeling right now.
Hope would be a good one, if he were a little more optimistic. The best he can settle for is 'hesitant' and 'curious'. Fudou piqued his curiosity more than anything.
Because why DID Fudou take him in? Questions he should ask him later, maybe.
At the question, though, he perks up and makes his way to the kitchen where the fride is, studying it for a moment before opening it up to get the jug of tea sitting right in front. While the fridge wasn't overly stocked to the point of abundance, it had the necessary items - Eggs, milk, some tupperware containers marked with either days of the week or the names of the people who'd given them to Fudou.
Observant eyes make note of it, but no further comment, other than calling back to him.]
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Before his mind can really drift to anything necessarily bad, hands go to his head, bracing for what was going to be a smack or a punch, clearly. What he gets? Light ruffling of his hair. There's a soft choked sound underneath the towel, more out of surprise than anything panicked. The towel fluffs his hair, the moisture leaving it significantly lighter than it'd been earlier, but much cleaner and softer than he'd had it before the bath.
It felt...nice.
His heart leaps at the feeling, as if something woke up in his heart that hadn't been felt in years. Hands affectionally ruffling his hair, massaging his scalp through the cloth of the towel. And for just a split second, before his brain quickly shoves it away, he wanted to believe that it was as affectionate as he hoped.
But his heart is not so easily won. While he doesn't shove the gesture away, he does shake his head much like a dog when Fudou stops, towel removed and hair now fluffy and lightweight. His eyes can only stare at Fudou in wonder, as if he were truly the strangest adult he's ever seen in his entire life (not that it was that far of a stretch for Fudou, the man didn't exactly dress like anyone with good taste). This was a boy who'd known nothing but rigorous training, fighting for survival, and letting soccer prove his worth, suddenly in an environment where he was not only welcomed, but cared for as if he'd always belonged there. There's no words to describe what he's feeling right now.
Hope would be a good one, if he were a little more optimistic. The best he can settle for is 'hesitant' and 'curious'. Fudou piqued his curiosity more than anything.
Because why DID Fudou take him in? Questions he should ask him later, maybe.
At the question, though, he perks up and makes his way to the kitchen where the fride is, studying it for a moment before opening it up to get the jug of tea sitting right in front. While the fridge wasn't overly stocked to the point of abundance, it had the necessary items - Eggs, milk, some tupperware containers marked with either days of the week or the names of the people who'd given them to Fudou.
Observant eyes make note of it, but no further comment, other than calling back to him.]
I got it!
Where are the glasses?