Holding you in his right hand, he pulls on the front of his jacket and slides you into the chest pocket. Even in the mere seconds long movement, the heat that greets you is immense.
You watch him, blush glowing brighter as you are gently deposited into the folds of his pocket. Though there’s a definite dampness, it’s not at all uncomfortable. Along with the heat, you slowly realize there is a scent, similar to a pool, coming from behind the shielding of his shirt. You readjust yourself and poke your head back out to glance up at him.
“I’m afraid it may be a bit hot in there. I put a lot into training today” he breaks out, refusing to meet your eyes. “Please don’t move around too much, I don’t want anyone to see you like this.”
The view of his neck facing away from you i
He pulls down on his shirt to flatten everything out and then fixes the buttons, effectively trapping you - no, he’s helping you. After you once again tumble in his pocket, you feel a firmness below you. Granted, the firmness is likely just his muscles.. but this feels different. A little give but still firm.
He’s begun walking by now, and you can feel him gently pull his arm to be a support, as well to hold onto his ice blade. Nonetheless, it bumps you right into the muscle, pinning you in place. You can’t help but try and push out from it, but immediately after you push, you feel a jolt from all around you.
“My friend… please… don’t push there…” Moritaka struggles out. It’s obvious that that jolt was something going on with him.
Though there is now a bit more pressure than before, it’s not unbearable. Much like a hug, in a way
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