[funny thing about being doted on: Manabu never really knows the best way to accept it, despite lowkey craving it. he's also been teased a helluva lot in the guise of praise, so pardon him for warily peering up at him while setting the jar next to his satchel, barely seeing what he's doing because of it.
he'd have something to say about not needing thanks, but the kiss halts him, makes him flush hot for a second before his blood chills it back down.
bashfully:] I-it's only natural, isn't it? [he seems to recover to speak with more certainty and lift his head up above the wave of bashfulness.] I promised to look after you. And if I gotta choke down these things, so do you.
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he'd have something to say about not needing thanks, but the kiss halts him, makes him flush hot for a second before his blood chills it back down.
bashfully:] I-it's only natural, isn't it? [he seems to recover to speak with more certainty and lift his head up above the wave of bashfulness.] I promised to look after you. And if I gotta choke down these things, so do you.