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He has always been well-acquainted with her body.
It's not that he actively looked, per se, but Veena was always a bit careless when she was around him. She had no issues bathing or walking around in the nude, because Kazuma was her exemplar, her most trusted advisor and confidante - he knew she didn't think of him as a man. But now that they are lovers, she doesn't act any differently around him. It speaks to the closeness of their relationship: that they are now sleeping together is relatively inconsequential.
She wakes. He watches quietly as she rises, pushing back the bedsheets and padding barefoot across the room. In the early morning light, she sits by the window and starts brushing her hair, the long, tapered fingers of her hand curling around the handle of the brush. Her hair is draped along her left shoulder and there is a tender spot along the back of her nape, an exposed line of skin along her neck and shoulders, and though Kazuma has seen this too, back when he was just her hafuri and never dreamed of taking liberties of this, seeing the curve of her back makes his breath hitch. There is an intimacy there that has somehow deepened. He knows this is because he had kissed that spot the night before.