[If Nazuna had done his homework at home, she would still have been sitting in her apartment, reading her book, only she would have made the micro-expressions of shock and horror and amusement as she turned pages for no audience at all. Besides, him coming over gave her a reason to get out of the house for a little bit, to go on a walk and get sunshine, and to buy snacks and drinks at the convenience store before waiting around, excited for him to show up.
He wouldn't have gotten to see her carefully pick out glasses for their drinks on tiptoe. Or watched her dig out a dish for the snack medley she had bought to sit on the table. He certainly wouldn't have gotten to see Youko focused on walking through the steps he had taken on his math work, eyes half-lidded and serious about the task at hand, with the tip of a pencil tapping her lower lip and her hair slipping into her face. Her responding to the conversation lightly, mumbling at points, smiling her approval before turning in her seat and bumping her elbow against his again.]
I agree, I'm not seeing anything that needs reworking. You should be passing with flying colors.
[Without the book in her hands or his work under her nose, she doesn't quite know what to do with their proximity, especially with the conversation that brought them here, but she manages not to shrink away. She tilts her head at him, crossing her arms on the table and propping her chin up on her shoulder.
'Relieve her of her duty'? She can't keep out the concern that tinges her voice.]
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He wouldn't have gotten to see her carefully pick out glasses for their drinks on tiptoe. Or watched her dig out a dish for the snack medley she had bought to sit on the table. He certainly wouldn't have gotten to see Youko focused on walking through the steps he had taken on his math work, eyes half-lidded and serious about the task at hand, with the tip of a pencil tapping her lower lip and her hair slipping into her face. Her responding to the conversation lightly, mumbling at points, smiling her approval before turning in her seat and bumping her elbow against his again.]
I agree, I'm not seeing anything that needs reworking. You should be passing with flying colors.
[Without the book in her hands or his work under her nose, she doesn't quite know what to do with their proximity, especially with the conversation that brought them here, but she manages not to shrink away. She tilts her head at him, crossing her arms on the table and propping her chin up on her shoulder.
'Relieve her of her duty'? She can't keep out the concern that tinges her voice.]
You're not leaving yet, are you?