[It isn't that Gokudera expected Takeshi to think less of him or put him down, but that he's so accustomed still to being conscious of who touches him, even in the simplest way like brushing up accidentally. He has a heightened sense when it comes to the proximity people with darker hair keep around him.
Even his own lover. The shame isn't over anything he's done, but just at the involuntary reflex.]
I uh....
[Oh geeze, he can't handle the compliments well, scratches at the back of his neck and looks off to the side bashfully.]
It wouldn't be a surprise. [But he also might not ruin his next attempted loaf.] Poison said she could help, too.
[Maybe it would turn out okay if they all made a big loaf of bread together... or prevented him from setting it on fire in the oven.]
no subject
Even his own lover. The shame isn't over anything he's done, but just at the involuntary reflex.]
I uh....
[Oh geeze, he can't handle the compliments well, scratches at the back of his neck and looks off to the side bashfully.]
It wouldn't be a surprise. [But he also might not ruin his next attempted loaf.] Poison said she could help, too.
[Maybe it would turn out okay if they all made a big loaf of bread together... or prevented him from setting it on fire in the oven.]