[ She sinks into his grasp easily, and one hand finds the fabric of his shirt on his chest and grabs hold as she pressed her face to him as though doing so would hide just how hot her cheeks feel.
She's cold, but it doesn't matter as long as she's with Shiro. She knows that he won't let her feel too cold-- he promised, after all, that he would always warm her up. It doesn't even matter to her in what capacity that is as long as it's him. Takashi Shirogane. Her Takashi.
When she feels him take a turn, her fingers tighten against him, and she mumbles against his chest a question that she thinks she already knows the answer to: ]
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She's cold, but it doesn't matter as long as she's with Shiro. She knows that he won't let her feel too cold-- he promised, after all, that he would always warm her up. It doesn't even matter to her in what capacity that is as long as it's him. Takashi Shirogane. Her Takashi.
When she feels him take a turn, her fingers tighten against him, and she mumbles against his chest a question that she thinks she already knows the answer to: ]
Where are we going?