[When Mitarai first glimpsed the red outline on Yoosung's approaching silhouette, he didn't actually react. The last megane he knew was Kurusu, and the megane he knew before that was Han, and Yakov Petrovich Golyadkin is a wonderful person who has never done anything wrong ever in his life but has the sex appeal to Mitarai of an airless air mattress, and the megane he knew before that was Kazuo motherfucking Tengan, so Mitarai really thought he was safe here. Then Yoosung fiddles with the frames, and without that support from the temple of the glasses, his bangs swish a little further down his face, and Mitarai thinks, Good grief, are you trying to kill me?
What is this, middle school? Even in high school, Mitarai had already gotten past freaking out when his homeroom teacher wiped his face with her handkerchief! And here he is, entire body racing from the looping mental image of those glasses coming all the way off - if he weren't trying so hard to be less antisocial and appreciate the real images (in... the simulation... he's doing his best), Mitarai would seriously consider running off to draw that motion right this second. He's so uncomfortable that an unaided eye could easily take him for disapproving.]
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What is this, middle school? Even in high school, Mitarai had already gotten past freaking out when his homeroom teacher wiped his face with her handkerchief! And here he is, entire body racing from the looping mental image of those glasses coming all the way off - if he weren't trying so hard to be less antisocial and appreciate the real images (in... the simulation... he's doing his best), Mitarai would seriously consider running off to draw that motion right this second. He's so uncomfortable that an unaided eye could easily take him for disapproving.]
What's next? A suit?