[Yu sees this for what it is: an opening. An opportunity for a challenge that he can't say no to. As for why? Yosuke has been tipping the balance since he got here, upsetting an equilibrium that Yu didn't even realize he was holding onto. Having a chance to turn the tables, to pull back some of that control, and it's a chance he plans to take wholeheartedly.
He's stone still as Yosuke approaches, pokes his thigh with the marker.]
I can think of other things to write on. [His eyes land on the exposed skin of Yosuke's forearm in answer, but inadvertently follow the lines of his shirt to his torso. Ah. Nope. Too far.
Anyway.
Yu uncrosses his legs in response to the poke. Shifts, leans back on his hands. Then crosses them the other way. His eyebrows lift, expression sparkling with curiosity.]
no subject
He's stone still as Yosuke approaches, pokes his thigh with the marker.]
I can think of other things to write on. [His eyes land on the exposed skin of Yosuke's forearm in answer, but inadvertently follow the lines of his shirt to his torso. Ah. Nope. Too far.
Anyway.
Yu uncrosses his legs in response to the poke. Shifts, leans back on his hands. Then crosses them the other way. His eyebrows lift, expression sparkling with curiosity.]
No thanks. I'm comfortable right here.