[ Behold, the physical embodiment of tsunderes everywhere. He scoffs, not seeing a hint of apologeticness in her whatsoever. A lie, not that he's one to talk. ]
Oh... shut up...
[ As she unbuttons his shirt, however, a different feeling arises. Rather than further embarrassment, he braces himself, as if ready for her to see him and recoil in disgust. Not that there's much to recoil from aside from his poor complexion, but... ]
...
[ "Relax", she says... how the hell is he supposed to do that? ]
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Oh... shut up...
[ As she unbuttons his shirt, however, a different feeling arises. Rather than further embarrassment, he braces himself, as if ready for her to see him and recoil in disgust. Not that there's much to recoil from aside from his poor complexion, but... ]
...
[ "Relax", she says... how the hell is he supposed to do that? ]