[Balance falls under the long and extensive list of things Usui is natural at. Literal balance for the grip upon his uniform, though not yanking as to pull him in anyway. The less literal interpretation is his balance of expression, the art of maintaining a poker face in the face of all things.
There are however things that do make him lose his cool and stumble briefly before he can pick himself back up. Misaki happens to the fault for all those things, the sort that makes his heart jump or face flush because despite all that's said about him; Usui is a young man and not always in complete control.
Cause and point is the assertiveness he's grown to like and find surprise in. The heat about his torso climbs and his throat clears, expression dampening in the slightest. She's playing his game. Nay, playing him as his game.
The smirk comes back, hand upon her leg toying with the end of her skirt. Muted talking passes and he doesn't think to look. Provocative or not, he's not letting go of her or the situation.]
A little. I may need to discard some of this uniform to air off. [Implications are set up to whom he is referring to undressing. Another piece of ice is brought to her neck, it's application stronger with its damp surface contacting her skin. It swirls about inching closer to her collarbone and when it finally does, he kisses her to absorb any voice.
The piece rest above her collar, melting between fingers and skin both warm. By the time the piece turns to a sliver, he's removing it and popping in his mouth to crunch down; the taste of her lips remaining and cool.]
Better, but I'm still warm.
[Hot and confined, annoyingly so. At the pit of his stomach stands another heat unrelated to the swelter, but far more pressing and heated. He chides himself internally aware they're being very dangerous. It doesn't cut down how much he likes it or is willing to continue, so long she's willing to cool off with him.]
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There are however things that do make him lose his cool and stumble briefly before he can pick himself back up. Misaki happens to the fault for all those things, the sort that makes his heart jump or face flush because despite all that's said about him; Usui is a young man and not always in complete control.
Cause and point is the assertiveness he's grown to like and find surprise in. The heat about his torso climbs and his throat clears, expression dampening in the slightest. She's playing his game. Nay, playing him as his game.
The smirk comes back, hand upon her leg toying with the end of her skirt. Muted talking passes and he doesn't think to look. Provocative or not, he's not letting go of her or the situation.]
A little. I may need to discard some of this uniform to air off. [Implications are set up to whom he is referring to undressing. Another piece of ice is brought to her neck, it's application stronger with its damp surface contacting her skin. It swirls about inching closer to her collarbone and when it finally does, he kisses her to absorb any voice.
The piece rest above her collar, melting between fingers and skin both warm. By the time the piece turns to a sliver, he's removing it and popping in his mouth to crunch down; the taste of her lips remaining and cool.]
Better, but I'm still warm.
[Hot and confined, annoyingly so. At the pit of his stomach stands another heat unrelated to the swelter, but far more pressing and heated. He chides himself internally aware they're being very dangerous. It doesn't cut down how much he likes it or is willing to continue, so long she's willing to cool off with him.]