[He remembers physical affection more accurately than Mako does, and that's the reality behind which she clings to him the way that she does. Her heartbeat skips at the question, and she feels as flustered as-
the day she almost went into his room thinking it was her own because the pull towards it had felt right, logical, normal.
the day she made a comment about him to sensei only to have him answer he in irreproachable Japanese with a sort of easy smile. (She knows how long it had been for him until that smile.)
the day she'd pinned him to the mat and he'd looked up at her with awe and admiration, sweat colouring his shoulders and his neck, and sending heat into the pit of her belly.]
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the day she almost went into his room thinking it was her own because the pull towards it had felt right, logical, normal.
the day she made a comment about him to sensei only to have him answer he in irreproachable Japanese with a sort of easy smile. (She knows how long it had been for him until that smile.)
the day she'd pinned him to the mat and he'd looked up at her with awe and admiration, sweat colouring his shoulders and his neck, and sending heat into the pit of her belly.]
It's - very personal.