[ A man who spends too much of his life trying very hard to look cool and imposing recognizes it instantly in someone else. That Fuuta would fall for the allure of his own costume in this case doesn't surprise Narumi, and given his own struggles against the feelings his costume wants to pull out of him, it's not hard to make the educated guess that the same thing is happening to Fuuta right now.
Only, Narumi's fairly certain Fuuta isn't fighting what the costume wants at all. He watches, eyes shaking slightly as pieces of arm go flying this way and that, wanting to laugh in disdain at the way his heart still races as it goes clattering off in various directions, like it did an ounce of good in the first place.
Seems the decorative armor itself was never the true cause behind all of this, because even without it, the layer underneath compresses tight, holding him in place as Fuuta's robotic tail flits lightly around the increasingly tight fabric right over Narumi's crotch.
He will never be able to live this down, but he makes sure to look Fuuta in the eye, his jaw set as he makes a silent promise that if Fuuta ever thinks to bring this up, Narumi will make sure it's mutually insured destruction. He will absolutely remind Fuuta of ever little cringe thing he said or did in this moment.
Even if the embarrassment the boy will feel would pale in comparison to Narumi's own mortification as he lets out a quiet groan at the feeling of those fake fangs digging into his ear. ]
It's-- not.
[ That isn't in the script, but he can't help himself from rejecting Fuuta's assessment of him anyway. ]
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Only, Narumi's fairly certain Fuuta isn't fighting what the costume wants at all. He watches, eyes shaking slightly as pieces of arm go flying this way and that, wanting to laugh in disdain at the way his heart still races as it goes clattering off in various directions, like it did an ounce of good in the first place.
Seems the decorative armor itself was never the true cause behind all of this, because even without it, the layer underneath compresses tight, holding him in place as Fuuta's robotic tail flits lightly around the increasingly tight fabric right over Narumi's crotch.
He will never be able to live this down, but he makes sure to look Fuuta in the eye, his jaw set as he makes a silent promise that if Fuuta ever thinks to bring this up, Narumi will make sure it's mutually insured destruction. He will absolutely remind Fuuta of ever little cringe thing he said or did in this moment.
Even if the embarrassment the boy will feel would pale in comparison to Narumi's own mortification as he lets out a quiet groan at the feeling of those fake fangs digging into his ear. ]
It's-- not.
[ That isn't in the script, but he can't help himself from rejecting Fuuta's assessment of him anyway. ]