[As if that explains everything. To Wakatoshi, it does.]
Not just appearance-wise, though that's endearing as well. It's seeing you in something typically reserved for housewives and cute girls, yet knowing you're an athlete capable of rendering someone immobile with just a look...
[Gap moe is the term.
And the sniffling -- he can't handle it. It's too much. Wakatoshi finishes cutting the beef and, after rinsing his hands clean, he takes a fresh paper towel sheet and carefully -- carefully! -- nears Sakusa.]
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[As if that explains everything. To Wakatoshi, it does.]
Not just appearance-wise, though that's endearing as well. It's seeing you in something typically reserved for housewives and cute girls, yet knowing you're an athlete capable of rendering someone immobile with just a look...
[Gap moe is the term.
And the sniffling -- he can't handle it. It's too much. Wakatoshi finishes cutting the beef and, after rinsing his hands clean, he takes a fresh paper towel sheet and carefully -- carefully! -- nears Sakusa.]
Your eyes. Let me see.