[Her head lifts again as he speaks, and she can tell what he's trying to say. Sakura wants to dismiss his worries - this is embarrassing but she doesn't mind, and she'd forgive him even if she did. It's not the worst thing in the world. But she doesn't get a chance to, because... she sees him in the water, making those bubbles, and-
Sakura has to look away again, smile tugging at her lips, giggle stifled in her throat. She shouldn't think of him that way when he's older, but... That's a cute look for him. Maybe it's fortunate she ended up in this situation after all, if she got to see tha-
"I don't mind if it's you, Sakura."
Her knuckles clench tightly around the towel as she stares at him. She isn't dreaming, is she? To hear him say that, to say something that feels like it's reaching directly to her heart and filling it with warmth - how can he say something like that so easily?]
Senpai... I...
[Doesn't he realize that if he says something like that, she won't be able to contain her heart?
he's never seen. but she could never quite hold that against him.]
In that case... I'll be joining you, then. Please excuse me...
[It feels like she's in a dream as she slowly walks over to the edge of the water. Distantly, she's aware that her heart is racing, but it feels like it must be happening to someone else.
This is not her everyday life, she thinks, as she dips her feet into the hot water with a sigh. This is not her normal, where she looks at her Senpai longingly from afar, always knowing she can never be close the way she wants to; that it will never be her right or privilege.
And yet, here is Emiya Shirou inviting her closer. And here is Matou Sakura, accepting it with a guilty and fragile hope.
Keeping her front turned towards the edge as promised, she slides the towel from her shoulders. It really is... like a dream... A shiver goes through her that has less to do with cold and more with nerves, folding the towel so she can place it on the rock. Wondering if hoping that Shirou is looking.
...What a bad girl she is.]
Is... [She swallows. Her throat is tighter than she expected.] Is this alright, Senpai?
excellent very good, please make room for me in the bin
Sakura has to look away again, smile tugging at her lips, giggle stifled in her throat. She shouldn't think of him that way when he's older, but... That's a cute look for him. Maybe it's fortunate she ended up in this situation after all, if she got to see tha-
"I don't mind if it's you, Sakura."
Her knuckles clench tightly around the towel as she stares at him. She isn't dreaming, is she? To hear him say that, to say something that feels like it's reaching directly to her heart and filling it with warmth - how can he say something like that so easily?]
Senpai... I...
[Doesn't he realize that if he says something like that, she won't be able to contain her heart?
he's never seen. but she could never quite hold that against him.]In that case... I'll be joining you, then. Please excuse me...
[It feels like she's in a dream as she slowly walks over to the edge of the water. Distantly, she's aware that her heart is racing, but it feels like it must be happening to someone else.
This is not her everyday life, she thinks, as she dips her feet into the hot water with a sigh. This is not her normal, where she looks at her Senpai longingly from afar, always knowing she can never be close the way she wants to; that it will never be her right or privilege.
And yet, here is Emiya Shirou inviting her closer. And here is Matou Sakura, accepting it with a guilty and fragile hope.
Keeping her front turned towards the edge as promised, she slides the towel from her shoulders. It really is... like a dream... A shiver goes through her that has less to do with cold and more with nerves, folding the towel so she can place it on the rock. Wondering if
hoping thatShirou is looking....What a bad girl she is.]
Is... [She swallows. Her throat is tighter than she expected.] Is this alright, Senpai?