[though atsumu didn't start all this for the praise, more out of a strange curiosity than anything, something in him warms at kita's acknowledgement all the same. to his horror, he feels his face heat up.]
It's nothing. [he mumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets as nonchalantly as he can.] What else do you need help with?
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It's nothing. [he mumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets as nonchalantly as he can.] What else do you need help with?