( he's not sure what he expected. a laugh, maybe? if chishiya was feeling generous. he knows he should've expected this, chishiya completely unabashed about flirting, but he didn't, and now his cheeks get enflamed all over again, forcing him to cast his gaze on some opposing wall and count to ten, stuttering half thought out words twice before giving up altogether, and waiting for his brain to turn back on.

but none of that happens before arisu casts his gaze down, attention drawn to — well, chishiya's body. naked under his clothes. right next to arisu's.

he'd probably put his head face down on the table and silently scream if their food didn't arrive just then. he thanks the waitress, gratuitously. he wonders if he looks as shellshocked as he feels. )

Well ... are you sure about that? ( belatedly. he stares at the pancakes and not chishiya. ) You showed a lot of skin at the Beach. I guess everyone did. Um. ( he looks over at chishiya almost shyly, smiling apologetically. ) Did I just make it awkward?