[ what the hell. it's not like oushi's never met someone who had less of a filter than he did, but it's definitely not a common occurrence that said candor ever resulted in having a compliment thrown his way right off the bat.
(besides. him? cute? sure, he doesn't think he's ugly or anything, but he's nothing remarkable either.)
great. now they're both flustered. ryuji seems to recover quickly enough, which emboldens oushi to do the same lest he get written off as some kind of chump. he clears his throat, tries to ignore the way heat crawls up his neck (making those tiny hearts on his cheeks — glow?) and soldiers on. ]
S'fine. It's just a game, right? [ he's played it before plenty of times. it's fine! ] How many rounds do you wanna go?
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(besides. him? cute? sure, he doesn't think he's ugly or anything, but he's nothing remarkable either.)
great. now they're both flustered. ryuji seems to recover quickly enough, which emboldens oushi to do the same lest he get written off as some kind of chump. he clears his throat, tries to ignore the way heat crawls up his neck (making those tiny hearts on his cheeks — glow?) and soldiers on. ]
S'fine. It's just a game, right? [ he's played it before plenty of times. it's fine! ] How many rounds do you wanna go?