You don't have to be modest. We both know it's true.
[What's polite dinner conversation?
Sakusa's eyebrows shoot up when Ushijima's foot pushes back, light as it is. Most people wouldn't expect Ushijima to be the playful, flirty type, but that just makes it all the more satisfying to Sakusa. There's something special about being the only one in the world to be on the receiving end of his teasing and kisses. Maybe it's a little juvenile, but Sakusa smirks back and nudges Ushijima's foot, this time more firmly and for longer.
The more Sakusa thinks about, the tighter his chest feels. Here Ushijima is, flirting with him in this amazing place that's tailored to Sakusa's taste. How could Ushijima doubt that this was anything less than perfect? It'd be easier to look away and blush when confronted by his feelings, but Sakusa keeps his eyes trained on Ushijima, his face completely revealed as the blush sprawls upward and outward. The tips of his ears burn redder than his lips, and he knows it, baring a rare display of a fully flushed face to his date.]
You know, you don't need all of this to make me happy. As long as it's clean, executed to the best of your ability, and you are by my side, then it will be perfect to me. So if that's your goal, you've accomplished it already.
[Because Ushijima was. Perfect. He's gone above and beyond for Sakusa tonight, and he even orders for the both of them so Sakusa doesn't have to talk with the server when it comes time to order. It makes Sakusa's heart squeeze and his hands restless to spike a ball as hard as he can. He inspects both of their plates and silverware sets, and when he's satisfied that they're free of smudges, takes to twisting one of his wrists back and forth anxiously. He waits until the waiter's gone to speak again.]
I'll admit, it's a lot. Nobody else has put in such effort just to please me... I keep wondering what's in it for you. Wouldn't it be more fun to date somebody cheerful and cute than somebody who is so particular?
[It's not insecurity talking; it's just fact. Sakusa isn't an idiot: he knows he's difficult to please, and very few are willing to put in the effort it takes to make Sakusa comfortable, let alone happy. He's what they call high maintenance, just a different brand of high maintenance than the usual stock. And he's not the usual brand of boyfriend material. He won't repay Ushijima back in tagged selfies with cute filters on social media, or romance Ushijima with kisses in the rain or dancing on the beach.
The attention to detail and care that Ushijima's invested in the evening is an entirely new experience; he's thankful, for certain, but unsure how to respond to all this affection. He certainly can't proceed like he normally would, with only his own interests at heart and not giving a care to what anybody else might think. His smile fades back into a contemplative grimace.]
For the first time, I care what somebody thinks of me. It's not a feeling I like.
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[What's polite dinner conversation?
Sakusa's eyebrows shoot up when Ushijima's foot pushes back, light as it is. Most people wouldn't expect Ushijima to be the playful, flirty type, but that just makes it all the more satisfying to Sakusa. There's something special about being the only one in the world to be on the receiving end of his teasing and kisses. Maybe it's a little juvenile, but Sakusa smirks back and nudges Ushijima's foot, this time more firmly and for longer.
The more Sakusa thinks about, the tighter his chest feels. Here Ushijima is, flirting with him in this amazing place that's tailored to Sakusa's taste. How could Ushijima doubt that this was anything less than perfect? It'd be easier to look away and blush when confronted by his feelings, but Sakusa keeps his eyes trained on Ushijima, his face completely revealed as the blush sprawls upward and outward. The tips of his ears burn redder than his lips, and he knows it, baring a rare display of a fully flushed face to his date.]
You know, you don't need all of this to make me happy. As long as it's clean, executed to the best of your ability, and you are by my side, then it will be perfect to me. So if that's your goal, you've accomplished it already.
[Because Ushijima was. Perfect. He's gone above and beyond for Sakusa tonight, and he even orders for the both of them so Sakusa doesn't have to talk with the server when it comes time to order. It makes Sakusa's heart squeeze and his hands restless to spike a ball as hard as he can. He inspects both of their plates and silverware sets, and when he's satisfied that they're free of smudges, takes to twisting one of his wrists back and forth anxiously. He waits until the waiter's gone to speak again.]
I'll admit, it's a lot. Nobody else has put in such effort just to please me... I keep wondering what's in it for you. Wouldn't it be more fun to date somebody cheerful and cute than somebody who is so particular?
[It's not insecurity talking; it's just fact. Sakusa isn't an idiot: he knows he's difficult to please, and very few are willing to put in the effort it takes to make Sakusa comfortable, let alone happy. He's what they call high maintenance, just a different brand of high maintenance than the usual stock. And he's not the usual brand of boyfriend material. He won't repay Ushijima back in tagged selfies with cute filters on social media, or romance Ushijima with kisses in the rain or dancing on the beach.
The attention to detail and care that Ushijima's invested in the evening is an entirely new experience; he's thankful, for certain, but unsure how to respond to all this affection. He certainly can't proceed like he normally would, with only his own interests at heart and not giving a care to what anybody else might think. His smile fades back into a contemplative grimace.]
For the first time, I care what somebody thinks of me. It's not a feeling I like.