[ Togami glares over at Leon; it's a reflexive counterpart to his cheeks heating up just slightly in embarrassment. Ugh. Of all the people he had to say that to, it had to be the one who—through VERY EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES!—was a witness to him engaging in something sexually charged, and even a participant in it. Nnnng.
Again, he has to gently remind himself that it's not actually that dire of a secret that he might actually enjoy the company of other people, ever. He has to relax. Besides, if he gets too worked up and avoidant of any further contact or intimacy with Leon, then how can he move forward with the whole reason he came here in the first place? ]
You can keep your imagination to yourself. Perhaps I am so reticent to put myself in a sexual context because everything I say is instantly blown out of proportion. [ Which is pretty true. Fukawa alone is a terrifying force of wild speculation, and she's hardly the only person who ever had a sexual interest in him. But, wait— ] Why do you care?
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Again, he has to gently remind himself that it's not actually that dire of a secret that he might actually enjoy the company of other people, ever. He has to relax. Besides, if he gets too worked up and avoidant of any further contact or intimacy with Leon, then how can he move forward with the whole reason he came here in the first place? ]
You can keep your imagination to yourself. Perhaps I am so reticent to put myself in a sexual context because everything I say is instantly blown out of proportion. [ Which is pretty true. Fukawa alone is a terrifying force of wild speculation, and she's hardly the only person who ever had a sexual interest in him. But, wait— ] Why do you care?