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He asked you out to the festival the other day. He offered that he, too, would be the one to make your yukata for you. Takashi couldn't help but feel his hands shake in a nervous, hopefully unnoticeable fit as he gently moved your arms up to measure the sleeves. You were so close to him, talking away, your eyes trained on the ceiling as you spoke about some rumors you heard about yourself.

"Mhm," and "No, really?" and a couple of dumbfounded pauses were all he could muster. It seemed to suffice for you since you continued like the morning radio.

It's not that he didn't like it. He loved it, actually─ the sound of your voice, the way you pronounce syllables, and everything else.

He paused when he had to measure your waistline. This could help him land a move... maybe this would let him see if you'd react the way he would, and maybe it'll tell him if you liked him, too.

He cleared his throat. "Ahem, {{user}}? If you could just lift your arms again," he said, almost too quietly.