He really deserves a hug, you thought as you stare at Azul who’s unconsciously pouting as he reads the same paper he’s been holding since a minute ago. And an idea—not a really elaborate one, but an idea nonetheless—crosses your mind. So you wait enthusiastically for him to finish his work.
As soon as he puts the papers down, you stand up from your chair and approach him. You stop just beside where his chair is.
“Azul.”
He looks up from the table and looks at you confused.
“What are you doing, Kantokusei?”
With both your hands spread open, you shrug and laugh. “Asking for permission to hug you,” you said, “you don’t want a hug?”
His eyes dart around the room, looking at anything but you. “Well…”
“Your work is done, right?”
”... yes.”
“So you have time?”
With hands slightly shaking in panic and cheeks slightly red, he pushes his glasses up. “Of course I do.”
Ah, he’s really cute when he’s embarrassed, you thought to yourself.
“Then, I can hug you now, right?”
“R-right now?”
“Right now.”
There’s nearly a full minute of you standing in silence and Azul looking at the ground, probably thinking, before he lets out a defeated sigh and slowly looks into your eyes.
“Well, it’s okay… I guess.”
Hearing his response, you almost jump out of joy. But you contain your excitement and walk closer to his chair and stop right in front of him.
Azul takes off his glasses and puts them on the table. Then, he turns towards you. Still a bit hesitant, his hands wrap around your body and grips the backside of your shirt. His head slowly rests on the crook of your neck.
You place your left hand on his back while your right hand runs through his hair, slowly stroking the strands.
At first, he tenses up, but he slowly gives in and lets out a long sigh, this time sounds more tired than before. You smiled. You’re glad he can relax around you.