[ There's some relief when she answers him. The shift in his posture is subtle, but he's more relaxed. He doesn't feel like he has to do something with his hands in order to clam himself. It feels like at least some of the weight is lifted. Because he never has had conversations like this, he was pretty sure the lack of experience would lead to failure.
But, he committed to it and so he would have to do it. Being honest was... less painful than he anticipated. Even though it had hurt a bit.
And then, there's that moment of whiplash where she comments on his appearance and he doesn't speak because he's afraid he'll sputter because he wasn't expecting it. There's only an eyebrow that raises for a moment when she says it, and he ops to.
Not address that now, even if he appreciated it. ]
I'll try. And I won't get immediately frustrated.
[ He knows he'll have to remind himself of that, because it's an easy habit for him. ]
I don't like making mistakes, so you know I mean it.
[But she still fidgets a little more, keeping her hands folded in front of her as she resists the urge to wring them or pick at the hem of her top, just for the sake of having something to do with them.]
...Was I right, though, with what I said to you when we were talking anonymously?
[She shifts her weight again, one foot to the other.]
If it weren't for all that between us — if I were really just me, and you just you. What interest does a famous mangaka have in an average, unremarkable schoolgirl?
[ That question is hard, because he doesn't know. Is it so bad that they were drawn together because of what their history was. Even if they were going to work on ... well, not looking at each other as exclusively those people, is it bad to have that history? Since they're being honest, he shakes his head. ]
I don't know, Reimi. I don't know how we would have met, but I don't know if that's entirely on you. [ It's not like he puts a lot of effort into meeting people for more than trying to get their information quickly for manga. ]
I don't think you're unremarkable, though. I can't speak for how it was, but here, I know how well loved you are. And I know you're working hard and doing a lot. There's nothing unremarkable about hard work and achievements you've had here.
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But, he committed to it and so he would have to do it. Being honest was... less painful than he anticipated. Even though it had hurt a bit.
And then, there's that moment of whiplash where she comments on his appearance and he doesn't speak because he's afraid he'll sputter because he wasn't expecting it. There's only an eyebrow that raises for a moment when she says it, and he ops to.
Not address that now, even if he appreciated it. ]
I'll try. And I won't get immediately frustrated.
[ He knows he'll have to remind himself of that, because it's an easy habit for him. ]
I don't like making mistakes, so you know I mean it.
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[But she still fidgets a little more, keeping her hands folded in front of her as she resists the urge to wring them or pick at the hem of her top, just for the sake of having something to do with them.]
...Was I right, though, with what I said to you when we were talking anonymously?
[She shifts her weight again, one foot to the other.]
If it weren't for all that between us — if I were really just me, and you just you. What interest does a famous mangaka have in an average, unremarkable schoolgirl?
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I don't know, Reimi. I don't know how we would have met, but I don't know if that's entirely on you. [ It's not like he puts a lot of effort into meeting people for more than trying to get their information quickly for manga. ]
I don't think you're unremarkable, though. I can't speak for how it was, but here, I know how well loved you are. And I know you're working hard and doing a lot. There's nothing unremarkable about hard work and achievements you've had here.