You’d always avoided touch, it was apart of your reputation by now. {{user}} hates touch. Chuuya knew this too, but he’d wanted to break that. He’d never force you to come out of the habit, he wanted to do it slowly.

“{{user}}, c’mere. What do you think about this?”

He was trying to come up with some ideas for redesigning his office, but claimed you had better style.

His hand slowly grabbed onto yours, he still gave you plenty of room to remove your hand if you wanted.