[ a quiet noise escapes his mouth when lea tugs him closer, so his palm frames his side, and for once... heat doesn't rise into his face. instead, his eyelids lower, and he relaxes his hand against the fabric of his shirt.

be careful. it feels like a lot of people say that to him nowadays--this time, it really sinks in. maybe it's because of the scars, maybe it's because lea is a little closer to him than most people are, but he knows he's going to try to heed his warning.

he lets his hand fall back to his side, and he looks to the mirror, idly adjusting bits of his yukata before lea speaks. ]

Hm? [ he takes a few steps out of the bathroom, peering at the clock and sliding his glasses off. ]

I didn't even notice. Usually, [ he smiles a little, wiping his glasses with a corner of his sleeve. ] the kids would go out and dance with fireflies. It's still warm around this time back home. There's this special stew you're supposed to eat, too--it's good luck.

[ but, he sighs. ] We don't have the ingredients, though. Would've made it. Maybe it'd make Sora happy.