"Mmm…"
Otsutsuki Kaguya's face flushed slightly, and a soft murmur escaped her lips, one that made it hard to tell what it ant.
"Hm?"
Aoba paused his storytelling and looked at her in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"I… it's nothing…"
Kaguya pressed her lips together, looking like she wanted to say sothing but ultimately held back.
Her left hand shifted slightly, as if she wanted to pull it out of his grasp.
But she also seed worried it might draw his attention, so she didn't use much force, giving off a hesitant, half-withdrawing, half-yielding feeling.
But with her hand already in his, how could Aoba not notice?
"Don't like it?"
He didn't skirt around it and asked directly.
"No… it's just a little… unfamiliar."
Kaguya kept her expression cool and composed.
For thousands of years, aside from her two children long ago, she had never held anyone else's hand.
And even with Otsutsuki Hagoromo and Otsutsuki Hamura, she had only held their hands when they were very young.
After they grew up, all kinds of distance had ford between them.
So having her hand held like this was a completely new experience, strange in a way she couldn't quite describe.
Aoba's hand felt soft and warm.
The touch was gentle. When he held her, it felt like being lightly wrapped in sunlight, bringing her an inexplicable sense of comfort and steadiness.
But at the sa ti, it made her nervous.
Her fingertips stiffened slightly. She didn't dare use force, wanting to pull away, yet unwilling to let go.
'Is this what holding hands feel like?' [T/N: Lewd!]
When she'd read about it before, she couldn't understand why the girls in those stories would get so nervous the first ti, but now she seed to get it.
'It really is nerve-wracking.'
"…"
How could Aoba not notice her tension? After a soft chuckle, he let go of her hand.
"?"
Kaguya looked at him in confusion. For so reason, she suddenly felt a hollow emptiness.
Then Aoba took her hand again, only this ti he adjusted his grip.
After taking her hand, he slid his fingers one by one into the spaces between hers, interlocking their fingers.
"This way is more convenient," He explained seriously.
"Mm…"
For no clear reason, Kaguya suddenly felt her heart beating faster.
With their fingers interlocked, palms pressed together, she could feel the warmth from his hand even more clearly than before.
It gave her the feeling that just holding hands like this, even without speaking, was sohow… nice.
But after a short while, Aoba withdrew his hand again.
"?"
Kaguya frowned slightly, 'Why did he pull away again?'
It felt like she was being rejected, which made her a little unhappy.
"What is it?"
Her tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, mixed with a trace of grievance.
"Well…"
Aoba looked at her hand, pressed his lips together, and said, "It's not that I mind. I just think that for a better experience, there's sothing we should take care of first."
"What?"
Kaguya looked at her own hand, her expression puzzled.
'What does he an by a better experience?'
Aoba said seriously, "Cut your nails."
"Huh?"
Kaguya looked even more confused, unable to understand his reasoning, "Why?"
'Why cut them for no reason?'
"Don't you think your nails are a bit too long?"
Aoba said, slightly exasperated.
Kaguya raised her hand and looked at it from side to side, still baffled, "They seem fine to ."
She had never cut her nails before.
Before being sealed, once her nails reached a certain length, they simply stopped growing.
After being sealed, there was even less need.
"You think they're fine, but I don't."
He wasn't saying this to take advantage of her. There was no need for that.
Aoba raised his own hand. On the back of it were faint nail marks left by Kaguya when she had unconsciously tightened her grip earlier out of nervousness.
At first, he had been holding her hand, so he hadn't noticed.
But when their fingers were interlocked, any pressure from her nails ant she was effectively pressing them into the back of his hand.
They weren't particularly long, but it did make the experience less comfortable.
"I…"
Kaguya looked at the marks on his hand and found herself at a loss for words.
"Sorry."
Her apology ca out in a soft, barely audible whisper.
Like a child who knew they'd done sothing wrong.
Aoba couldn't help but smile wryly. He simply conjured a nail clipper.
"What's that?"
Seeing the unfamiliar object appear in his hand, Kaguya's curiosity was piqued again.
"It's a nail clipper. It's used to trim nails."
Aoba gave a brief explanation, then extended his hand, "Give your hand. I'll show you how to use it."
"Okay…"
Completely unguarded, Kaguya placed her hand in his.
Aoba held her hand, gently lifting her thumb and bringing the clipper closer, reminding her,
"Don't move around. If you cut the skin, it'll hurt."
"Mm."
Kaguya nodded obediently.
They'd already held hands, this didn't seem like a big deal anymore.
For a ti, the atmosphere in the sealed space beca quiet and peaceful, broken only by the occasional crisp click of the nail clipper.
———
Outside the sealed space—
Summoned by Otsutsuki Hamura, a noticeably more solid soul-form Otsutsuki Hagoromo arrived on the moon.
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