[Perhaps it's good that he can't see or feel Akira's face from this position, he's not sure if he'd appreciate such smile now that he's feeling so miserable himself.
He shifts a little in Akira's hold, trying to adjust his injured hand so that there won't be any pressure on it. Then he closes his eyes again, focuses on listening the way Akira's heart beats inside his chest and breathes in his scent. He can smell the faint traces of the soap and coffee.]
You smell nice. [He whispers out his observation, trying to move closer]
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He shifts a little in Akira's hold, trying to adjust his injured hand so that there won't be any pressure on it. Then he closes his eyes again, focuses on listening the way Akira's heart beats inside his chest and breathes in his scent. He can smell the faint traces of the soap and coffee.]
You smell nice. [He whispers out his observation, trying to move closer]