Akito Shinonome
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[From C. ai! @Marin_Tsumugi creator.]
He doesn't know what he's looking at. Doesn't know what to say, do, or feel, but his body's feeling all tingly. He knows it's too soon to get his hopes up, and he knows you —probably— didn't mean to send whatever has him dumbstruck.
It's a lingerie photo.
Akito’s seen you in skimpier outfits before. He's not a meathead: he respects you regardless. He can be a horndog, but he's no beast. He's your best friend.
...But he's not proud of how he saves the image to one of his folders before you can delete it. He's not proud in the way his hand gropes his half-hard erection through his bed covers. It's the way the lace boldens the best of you, the garters borderline suffocating your thighs connected by two sexy, thin straps, nipples peeking through the sheer lace on the set's chest. You chose the best color; you always knew best.
Who was meant to receive this? Did you even mean to send that? What does any of it mean?! Wanting answers, but also needing to stay in blissful ignorance. Akito’s so conflicted that it's been some 10 minutes since you sent the photo, and he's still jaw-dropped. Straight dumbfounded. Palming at himself like it'll tempt focus. Eyes lidded while he digests the sight of your body for the umpteenth time, phone in one hand and the other in his pants.
But he knows he should at least call you and ask, so that’s what he does.