I didn't choose it for its looks, you know. These types of aprons are best for cooking, and this one had the best reviews.
[Perhaps for other reasons, now that Sakusa thinks about it... Personally, Sakusa could understand the appeal had it just been left at cute. The apron was objectively cute, after all, even he had to admit. But knowing that Ushijima's riled up from seeing him specifically in the apron... That fills him with equal parts pride and self-consciousness. His face mirrors the conflict plainly, obvious pout and thick blush at odds with each other.
Maybe it was a little too cute for somebody like him... Back when he'd purchased it, he'd thought something similar, but by now it was such a regular fixture in his life that the style no longer registered as anything out of the ordinary. Tilting his chin toward his boyfriend gives Sakusa time to think, and it comes with the added bonus of cleaning his face, which he couldn't do with messy hands anyway.
Since becoming a pair with Ushijima, he's slowly warmed up to being touched in new ways, but his eyelids remain sensitive and every time he blinks at the gentle petting, it makes his lashes bat up and down. He's grown comfortable with being this close to Ushijima, even pressing closer while careful to keep his dirty hands away.]
Thank you.
[Sakusa remains close after Ushijima's patted his eyes dry, though there's no reason to maintain the closeness. His half-lidded, dark eyes look Ushijima directly in the eye for what has to be a minute too long to be comfortable.]
Is this some kind of fetish? You haven't been able to look at me this entire time. It's just an apron, so there's nothing strange about it if you look...
[Because maybe, just maybe, he wants to be looked at. Especially now that he knows Ushijima likes it. He shifts in place just enough that the lace bunches up, one of the ruffles fluttering.]
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[Perhaps for other reasons, now that Sakusa thinks about it... Personally, Sakusa could understand the appeal had it just been left at cute. The apron was objectively cute, after all, even he had to admit. But knowing that Ushijima's riled up from seeing him specifically in the apron... That fills him with equal parts pride and self-consciousness. His face mirrors the conflict plainly, obvious pout and thick blush at odds with each other.
Maybe it was a little too cute for somebody like him... Back when he'd purchased it, he'd thought something similar, but by now it was such a regular fixture in his life that the style no longer registered as anything out of the ordinary. Tilting his chin toward his boyfriend gives Sakusa time to think, and it comes with the added bonus of cleaning his face, which he couldn't do with messy hands anyway.
Since becoming a pair with Ushijima, he's slowly warmed up to being touched in new ways, but his eyelids remain sensitive and every time he blinks at the gentle petting, it makes his lashes bat up and down. He's grown comfortable with being this close to Ushijima, even pressing closer while careful to keep his dirty hands away.]
Thank you.
[Sakusa remains close after Ushijima's patted his eyes dry, though there's no reason to maintain the closeness. His half-lidded, dark eyes look Ushijima directly in the eye for what has to be a minute too long to be comfortable.]
Is this some kind of fetish? You haven't been able to look at me this entire time. It's just an apron, so there's nothing strange about it if you look...
[Because maybe, just maybe, he wants to be looked at. Especially now that he knows Ushijima likes it. He shifts in place just enough that the lace bunches up, one of the ruffles fluttering.]