[ This feels closer than they had been earlier somehow. Rinne didn't feel ready to face her then. He's not even sure if he'd be ready to face her now. Her body is nothing like he's ever known. He's been bruised with fists and feet and the shafts of hunting spears. He's felt the strain and toll of work late into the nights when his dreams only lived in the recesses of his mind. And even when his dreams came true, they only happened after he'd managed to mop the liters of his own blood, sweat and tears off the stage. Rinne Amagi is an idol. Idols don't bleed. With Ai, it feels like he's done more than that.
He gingerly takes her hand in his and guides it down his firm stomach. ]
I was serious, you know. I don't wanna work this hard for just anybody.
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He gingerly takes her hand in his and guides it down his firm stomach. ]
I was serious, you know. I don't wanna work this hard for just anybody.