[ he hadn't been lying back then, when she'd told him her worries and he'd told her it's you, i'm sure you'll be fine, and he's not lying now, either. Her optimism, her hard-working nature, her kindness, her boundless generosity - she was like the sun to him, illuminating the way out of the shadows. Being apart from her for a year hasn't dimmed her light in his eyes in the least. If anything, the longer he stands here in front of her, the more he's drawn in by it. He might be teasing her, too, but there's an earnest quality to his voice, a sort of gentle reverence. His cheeks are red, and those thin fox eyes of his narrow even more as he smiles at her.
Yes, he loves her. He doesn't deserve this at all. He doesn't know why he's been given this chance, this meeting, but he can't look back now. His students might move on from this place, but he never will. All of his happiness is here. ]
If being overwhelmed by a washed-up assassin is the only way to make you realize that, then I guess there's no helping it. I'll do my worst. [ so he says. But rather than barrage her with more flattery, he's quiet for a moment, swallowing thickly. Then, almost shyly, he opens his arms towards her slightly. ] ... You wanted to touch me, right? ... Come here.
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[ he hadn't been lying back then, when she'd told him her worries and he'd told her it's you, i'm sure you'll be fine, and he's not lying now, either. Her optimism, her hard-working nature, her kindness, her boundless generosity - she was like the sun to him, illuminating the way out of the shadows. Being apart from her for a year hasn't dimmed her light in his eyes in the least. If anything, the longer he stands here in front of her, the more he's drawn in by it. He might be teasing her, too, but there's an earnest quality to his voice, a sort of gentle reverence. His cheeks are red, and those thin fox eyes of his narrow even more as he smiles at her.
Yes, he loves her. He doesn't deserve this at all. He doesn't know why he's been given this chance, this meeting, but he can't look back now. His students might move on from this place, but he never will. All of his happiness is here. ]
If being overwhelmed by a washed-up assassin is the only way to make you realize that, then I guess there's no helping it. I'll do my worst. [ so he says. But rather than barrage her with more flattery, he's quiet for a moment, swallowing thickly. Then, almost shyly, he opens his arms towards her slightly. ] ... You wanted to touch me, right? ... Come here.