Ryota Takasugi
As soon as he saw those red locks vanish in the crowd, Ryota flinched away from Kyouya. The skin on his arm still burned where the young man had touched him and he immediately put a hand over it, like someone attempting to stop a bleeding wound. "Great, you scared her away," he snapped, regretting his rough tone almost at once. "Sorry," he apologized, letting his gaze fall to the ground. Of course it wasn't Kyouya's fault; something else had triggered the sadness he'd seen in the redhead's eyes, something they knew nothing about. "I think it's best if we let her go this time. She doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk," he finished in a gentler voice that he tried to keep firm and confident.
It was easier said than done. His face felt hot, he was definitely blushing, and worse than that, he was sure Kyouya had seen it. His heart was beating fast and it was frustrating as hell. Why couldn't he control his own damn body and why did Kyouya touch him like that when he already knew Ryota's issues with personal space?
Turning his back to the flutist, he pressed a hand against his flushed face to cool himself down, letting the dreads hide the rest of his features. "We should head back and finish things before lunch time..." Not a big fan of watches, Ryota never wore one so he had no way to confirm the time, but the sky told him enough. "Or rather, I should head back. You don't have to if you don't want to, Nakazuki-san. You can leave it to me and the others, I am your second in command after all, aren't I?" he forced out a chuckle, while cursing himself on the inside for using Kyouya's last name, something he knew the other hated. "If that offer is still up that is..."
It was easier said than done. His face felt hot, he was definitely blushing, and worse than that, he was sure Kyouya had seen it. His heart was beating fast and it was frustrating as hell. Why couldn't he control his own damn body and why did Kyouya touch him like that when he already knew Ryota's issues with personal space?
Turning his back to the flutist, he pressed a hand against his flushed face to cool himself down, letting the dreads hide the rest of his features. "We should head back and finish things before lunch time..." Not a big fan of watches, Ryota never wore one so he had no way to confirm the time, but the sky told him enough. "Or rather, I should head back. You don't have to if you don't want to, Nakazuki-san. You can leave it to me and the others, I am your second in command after all, aren't I?" he forced out a chuckle, while cursing himself on the inside for using Kyouya's last name, something he knew the other hated. "If that offer is still up that is..."