[If nothing else, Sakusa's observant. Ushijima admitting he's distracted is no surprise, anybody could tell that, but that behavior only started when...
...Oh. Sakusa's attention shifts to his arms, where the ruffled sleeves end just above his wrists, and then to the laced neckline on his chest. He's never thought anything of it before; if anything, some might say it's what a housewife might wear.]
My apron? Really?
[His stare would be more judgmental, but that's kind of hard to manage when his tear ducts are watery and red. He sniffs.]
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...Oh. Sakusa's attention shifts to his arms, where the ruffled sleeves end just above his wrists, and then to the laced neckline on his chest. He's never thought anything of it before; if anything, some might say it's what a housewife might wear.]
My apron? Really?
[His stare would be more judgmental, but that's kind of hard to manage when his tear ducts are watery and red. He sniffs.]