[ he received one of his first hugs that wasn't from his family with Nagisa, and the proximity he was used to with him was ... different than the other boys of Iwatobi. it wasn't Makoto's warm, welcoming hand or fitting comfortably by his side, and it wasn't the force of Rin draping himself over Haru or teasing touches. the way Nagisa would wrap his arms around Haru and press in close wasn't something he feigned to fight or surrender to -- he allowed it and did what he thought Nagisa needed him to do in those situations: be a rock for him. it was perfunctory.
Haru nods, moving in closer and pushes a nudges a couple of plushies out of the way. he brings his knees up to his chest once he's settled in right beside him, wondering how to approach ... this. does he lay beside him? Nagisa often preferred to sleep by him, so it wouldn't be the first time. ]
We could talk about something to distract you. [ until you fall asleep. and by that, he means Nagisa can talk and Haru will mostly listen, but try to give feedback. try. ]
no subject
Haru nods, moving in closer and pushes a nudges a couple of plushies out of the way. he brings his knees up to his chest once he's settled in right beside him, wondering how to approach ... this. does he lay beside him? Nagisa often preferred to sleep by him, so it wouldn't be the first time. ]
We could talk about something to distract you. [ until you fall asleep. and by that, he means Nagisa can talk and Haru will mostly listen, but try to give feedback. try. ]