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[ He goes still again, blinking up at Saru when he tugs him back, confusion flickering over his face again as he searches his face. Saru always seemed to have so much of an easier time coming across as competent and capable. Next to him, Yata almost perpetually felt like a mess, unless they were fighting stuff. Even in this, Saru had seemed to somehow slip seamlessly into calling Yata his boyfriend and making actions like pulling him into his lap without warning, whereas Yata spent more time second-guessing himself or realizing afterwards - when it was too late - that he might have been missing clues he was supposed to pick up along the way.

Now... Now he just tilted his head in to bury his face against Saru's chest, huffing out a deep sigh at himself as he rested his forehead against Saru's chest. ]

You still manage to make it look easy, somehow.