[He'd almost kinda be recovering from the embarassment of just being here, distracted by the focus of an investigation and Ouma's messing around. Shuichi just sighs while Ouma checks out the underside of the bed, debating whether he should check himself anyway just in case Ouma is lying, but the Ouma just sits on the bed and asks that and, well. Yep, the blushing is back in full-force. Boy, he sure didn't miss that for the maybe twenty seconds he'd been able to go without it.
Shuichi frowns, glancing away and tuggin again at his hair in place of his absent hat.]
We're high schoolers. It's not weird.
[He knows better than to try lying to Ouma. He always seems to know. Hell, even when Shuichi tried during the trials and Ouma didn't say anything about it, he still couldn't shake the feeling that the other boy knew.]
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Shuichi frowns, glancing away and tuggin again at his hair in place of his absent hat.]
We're high schoolers. It's not weird.
[He knows better than to try lying to Ouma. He always seems to know. Hell, even when Shuichi tried during the trials and Ouma didn't say anything about it, he still couldn't shake the feeling that the other boy knew.]