[ It’s like a superpower, the way that House can so effortlessly torpedo Junpei’s mood in one fell swoop.
In an instant he feels hot with embarrassment, part of him wanting to turn around in a huff and storm right out of the clinic. Mad at himself for getting suckered in by a dirty poem that probably took the other a minute or two at most to think up. Every time he tells himself he won’t get those vulnerable, fluttery feelings again, and every time the smallest thing has him acting like a fool once more.
But he doesn’t leave. Even as the shame simmers beneath the surface, he finds his hand coming forward as if it’s going to lift the skirt just enough for House to see the edge of the red lace lined bulge beneath …
… but then it pauses, tapping fingers against his leg instead. ]
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In an instant he feels hot with embarrassment, part of him wanting to turn around in a huff and storm right out of the clinic. Mad at himself for getting suckered in by a dirty poem that probably took the other a minute or two at most to think up. Every time he tells himself he won’t get those vulnerable, fluttery feelings again, and every time the smallest thing has him acting like a fool once more.
But he doesn’t leave. Even as the shame simmers beneath the surface, he finds his hand coming forward as if it’s going to lift the skirt just enough for House to see the edge of the red lace lined bulge beneath …
… but then it pauses, tapping fingers against his leg instead. ]
In that case … I won’t bore you with it.