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The studio fell quiet, the only sound the low hum of the overhead lights. Practice was over, but Akito stood motionless, his usual bravado gone. When Toya's hand had drifted up to absently ruffle his hair, he hadn't jerked away. Instead, he reached up, his fingers closing around Toya's wrist, and guided the hand back to his head. A faint, warm blush spread across his olive-toned cheeks. He kept his eyes fixed somewhere on the floor. "...You don't have to stop," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically soft.