Tugging at the end of her skirt awkwardly, Naoto felt her cheeks heat up as she pointedly looked everywhere but the pale-haired male sitting several feet away from her. Each minor movement of her legs made the much-too-short fabric of Yasogami’s female uniform ruffle and shift, offering a breeze she was very much unaccustomed to; thus she opted to simply keep them both pressed closely together.
A sudden request from the room’s other occupant made the sleuth jump as she stared at Souji with a wide-eyed expression. “O-over there?” she muttered, feeling her voice hitch up to it’s natural pitch. “But that’s… so close…”
Her only response was a warm grin and a hand extended in her direction.
Giving the silverette a hesitant expression, Naoto slowly moved forward — though it was more of a shuffle than anything else, she really didn’t want that skirt to go up — and stopped in front of Souji. Her gaze fell on the hand offered and, slowly, she outstretched her own and laced their fingers together. Almost immediately she felt a tug and a squawk of surprise leapt out of her throat and she landed unceremoniously into her partner’s lap.
"S-Souji-san! You…" Trailing off, she sleuth felt her protests die in her throat as she realised just how close they were. Souji’s eyes held the ever familiar warmth to them which never failed to sent a soft fluttering through her chest. "Sou—"
She never got to finish.
Distance: < 1 Metre