But Yusei is sharper: a calloused finger ghosts over her lips, seemingly silencing the inner storm.
Written for the 2026 edition of the Three Sentence Ficathon on Dreamwidth — Prompt: any, any, a conversation entirely in body language
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Akiza catches the sound of her own sharp, rising temper, that loathed, telltale crimson blooming hot across her cheekbones.
But Yusei is sharper: a calloused finger ghosts over her lips, seemingly silencing the inner storm.
She relents, lacing her arms tightly around Yusei's waist as the engine roars to life.
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