Otoya Ittoki

They were holding hands.

Dizzy, Otoya felt dizzy with warmth. Starting from where their hand rested easy atop of his own. He could feel his cheeks heat up behind his scarf; not from embarrassment, not from the weather; all because of a simple action. It shouldn't be this easy to get him flustered, but hold affection did the trick faster than anything else.

For a brief moment he was a little nervous they would notice, pulse quick at his fingertips, before deciding it didn't really matter.