[ listen, he knows he looks like a twink. once out of the way and squared, shou seems hyperfocused on the space akira occupies more than what he says. seems being the operative word.
no sooner than the shirt comes off, shou seems to take that as a visual cue for go and he's off like a shot, nimble footsteps resounding off the ground until he's vaulted himself into akira's range, pupils pinning as he locks eyes with him. it sure was a statement, and he sure was listening (and taking it weirdly to heart): ]
Prove that you can protect me.
[ pivoting his momentum, he swings his leg upwards into a kick directly at his head like he's trying to knock it clean off his shoulders. ]
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no sooner than the shirt comes off, shou seems to take that as a visual cue for go and he's off like a shot, nimble footsteps resounding off the ground until he's vaulted himself into akira's range, pupils pinning as he locks eyes with him. it sure was a statement, and he sure was listening (and taking it weirdly to heart): ]
Prove that you can protect me.
[ pivoting his momentum, he swings his leg upwards into a kick directly at his head like he's trying to knock it clean off his shoulders. ]