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It was a well kept secret that Mamura was a blusher. Or at least it had been until Suzume.
Mamura scowled irritably at the movie screen, fists clenched on the armrest of the chair as he tried and failed horribly to ignore the weight of Suzume's hand on his arm. He could feel the blush crawling up his neck, the warmth settling in rosy hues on his cheeks.
Suzume's fingers traced patterns idly on his arm, trailing from the bend of his elbow to the exposed skin of his wrist. Her hand hovered there, and Suzume, oblivious to the blond's ire, leaned forwards to take a sip of their shared coke.
Her hair, let down in loose waves, brushed lightly against his Mamura's arm and the clean scent of apples filled his senses. He drew closer to her, absently turning his palm over to lace his fingers between hers.
At Suzume's sharp intake of breath and sharp gasp of his name, he looked over and found that she was no longer watching the car chase scene on screen but was fixated on their hands. Explosions from the film illuminated the room enough for him to see that her face had turned a shade of red to match his. And though he'd later blame it on the lighting, Mamura smiled, the creases of his eyes crinkling slightly with mirth.
Being the one to make a girl as bold as his girlfriend blush was, after all, very satisfying.
a/n; this is for mazume week yayay you can get more info about it on mazumeweek. tumblr. com