[ shino is always, always useful to him, no matter what it is that he's doing. his presence alone is useful to him.
yamagi's heart catches in his throat, relief washing over him when shino just... understands. he returns the smile; his is much softer, the moon to shino's sun. only then does he realize that shino is holding his hand out to him.
he... didn't trip, did he? there's no reason to need to pull him along, so why is he looking at him like he's waiting for him to... no, it can't be as simple as that. right?
he looks back up at shino's smiling face, down to his outstretched palm, and back up again, searching shino's eyes for some sort of hint. there is none, though — just that same bright smile, as genuine as ever. another second ticks by, and as soon as he realizes that he's keeping shino waiting for no discernible reason, yamagi tentatively reaches his arm out and accepts it, slender fingers curling around shino's.
yamagi doesn't have soft hands. they're rough and calloused from the hours upon hours he's spent toiling with machines, and it's hard not to be self-conscious of it, but... something as small as the way his hand fits in shino's is enough to make his heart race. yamagi doesn't realize just how much his expression has softened, doesn't realize the quiet happiness that's written plain on his face.
when it occurs to him that he's just standing there, staring at their joined hands like a zombie, yamagi quite literally jumps and almost flinches away, burning with embarrassment. he doesn't, though, just gives shino's hand a squeeze to keep himself grounded to reality. miraculously, it works, and he presses on like those seconds of hesitation didn't just happen. ]
Come on, you know you've been working just as hard. You deserve to relax as much as I do. Is there anywhere in particular you have in mind? I don't get the chance to go out much, so...
[ he didn't exactly plan this far ahead. don't expect him to make any sort of decisions right now. ]
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yamagi's heart catches in his throat, relief washing over him when shino just... understands. he returns the smile; his is much softer, the moon to shino's sun. only then does he realize that shino is holding his hand out to him.
he... didn't trip, did he? there's no reason to need to pull him along, so why is he looking at him like he's waiting for him to... no, it can't be as simple as that. right?
he looks back up at shino's smiling face, down to his outstretched palm, and back up again, searching shino's eyes for some sort of hint. there is none, though — just that same bright smile, as genuine as ever. another second ticks by, and as soon as he realizes that he's keeping shino waiting for no discernible reason, yamagi tentatively reaches his arm out and accepts it, slender fingers curling around shino's.
yamagi doesn't have soft hands. they're rough and calloused from the hours upon hours he's spent toiling with machines, and it's hard not to be self-conscious of it, but... something as small as the way his hand fits in shino's is enough to make his heart race. yamagi doesn't realize just how much his expression has softened, doesn't realize the quiet happiness that's written plain on his face.
when it occurs to him that he's just standing there, staring at their joined hands like a zombie, yamagi quite literally jumps and almost flinches away, burning with embarrassment. he doesn't, though, just gives shino's hand a squeeze to keep himself grounded to reality. miraculously, it works, and he presses on like those seconds of hesitation didn't just happen. ]
Come on, you know you've been working just as hard. You deserve to relax as much as I do. Is there anywhere in particular you have in mind? I don't get the chance to go out much, so...
[ he didn't exactly plan this far ahead. don't expect him to make any sort of decisions right now. ]