[It's good that Elan knows there's someone who sees him as a person and not a pawn. Hopefully there are multiple someones, with more to come in the future. But Hiyori opts to remind Elan anyway, figuring it couldn't hurt. It's hard to claim he truly knows this person when he never even knew his real name, but...
He's been in this position a few times, hasn't he?
A pretty, untrained singing voice. A thirst for new experience, and a hunger for life after spending so long trapped in abyss. A person who's just starting to come out of their shell. He can see the echoes of other people he's known, his closest relationships, when he looks at "Elan Ceres." And when he thinks about how beautifully those people bloomed, it fills him with confidence for Elan's future, too.
Of course, he also sees Elan for what he is in the moment. Which is a cute boy who's coming onto him!]
Well, believe it or not, people don't cling onto me too much these days. Unless it's just Nagisa-kun wanting his hand held. That might account for the surprise.
[He slips a hand around Elan's waist, leaning down to speak close to his ear. This is a soundproofed room, so there's no need to murmur. And yet that's exactly what he does, lowering his voice to match Elan's, plenty of heat behind each syllable.]
But if you wanted to get even closer, we can go have fun in your room.
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He's been in this position a few times, hasn't he?
A pretty, untrained singing voice. A thirst for new experience, and a hunger for life after spending so long trapped in abyss. A person who's just starting to come out of their shell. He can see the echoes of other people he's known, his closest relationships, when he looks at "Elan Ceres." And when he thinks about how beautifully those people bloomed, it fills him with confidence for Elan's future, too.
Of course, he also sees Elan for what he is in the moment. Which is a cute boy who's coming onto him!]
Well, believe it or not, people don't cling onto me too much these days. Unless it's just Nagisa-kun wanting his hand held. That might account for the surprise.
[He slips a hand around Elan's waist, leaning down to speak close to his ear. This is a soundproofed room, so there's no need to murmur. And yet that's exactly what he does, lowering his voice to match Elan's, plenty of heat behind each syllable.]
But if you wanted to get even closer, we can go have fun in your room.