[ Yata's too concerned about his own well-being that he fails to notice the smoothness of Haruna's hand or the pitch of her voice. He takes her offer without hesitation and uses it to pull himself up. But once he's got a safe grip on the rails...
GASP.
His face, red. His palms, sweaty. That's not good. ]
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GASP.
His face, red. His palms, sweaty. That's not good. ]
Th... Th-th-thank...
[ yata stop being dumb ]