[At least the question jars him out of his little imagination-induced panic attack. That's all it is, in the end, because he knows he likes Masaki. He knows it feels different from with other people he knows here, at least most of them. But then with everyone he has some form of strong feels for it's different, including the person he's texting right now.
There's a pause in the texts as he gets himself together a little.]
Sort of. It's more like walking on air? She took me up in the sky when we went on a date. We. Sort of danced. On air.
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There's a pause in the texts as he gets himself together a little.]
Sort of. It's more like walking on air? She took me up in the sky when we went on a date. We. Sort of danced. On air.
Literally.