[Good thing he's got these injuries to worry about, because otherwise, he'd find it hard to distract himself from just how good Sentinel Scuti feels in his arms. Maybe he's the one in hers, technically? Either way, even though Shu's far from inexperienced in the whole getting-close-to-girls department, being lifted and carried along like this while he's hurt--like he's what's fragile and rare here--would be too much even for him, if he could wholly take it in.
Sentinel Scuti's an all but celestial vision. Here Shu is, newly aware of his weight, his flesh and blood, making her flesh and blood, too, because his hurt body needs her to be. Feels like some kind of blasphemy, almost. And she's still so beautiful.
...Man. He's always fallen in like with girls easily. It's one of the things that keeps him from being obnoxious, he's aware--that he's genuinely invested in the students who confess to him, or that he asks out, that he really wants to make them happy, for a time. He's comfortable with that breathless feeling, the excitement on a roller coaster cresting its very first hill. It's what he lives for, that electric moment before whooping and taking someone's hand.
Shu's not used to feeling... hurt, small, and like it's okay to be those things because someone safe will take care of him. That's never--he isn't sure what to do with a feeling like this. So, yeah, really great that he's got this pounding concussion and ribs that he's still really hoping aren't cracked to keep his mind off it.]
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[Good thing he's got these injuries to worry about, because otherwise, he'd find it hard to distract himself from just how good Sentinel Scuti feels in his arms. Maybe he's the one in hers, technically? Either way, even though Shu's far from inexperienced in the whole getting-close-to-girls department, being lifted and carried along like this while he's hurt--like he's what's fragile and rare here--would be too much even for him, if he could wholly take it in.
Sentinel Scuti's an all but celestial vision. Here Shu is, newly aware of his weight, his flesh and blood, making her flesh and blood, too, because his hurt body needs her to be. Feels like some kind of blasphemy, almost. And she's still so beautiful.
...Man. He's always fallen in like with girls easily. It's one of the things that keeps him from being obnoxious, he's aware--that he's genuinely invested in the students who confess to him, or that he asks out, that he really wants to make them happy, for a time. He's comfortable with that breathless feeling, the excitement on a roller coaster cresting its very first hill. It's what he lives for, that electric moment before whooping and taking someone's hand.
Shu's not used to feeling... hurt, small, and like it's okay to be those things because someone safe will take care of him. That's never--he isn't sure what to do with a feeling like this. So, yeah, really great that he's got this pounding concussion and ribs that he's still really hoping aren't cracked to keep his mind off it.]
Ngh. Not heavy, am I?