[ she's grateful that Masamune generally isn't the sort to ask WHY of her requests - as though she hasn't had people baffled at her choices and actions - because that makes this easier.
Slightly.
The truth of the matter is that Takane's hugging experience has been limited to her fellow idols, the ones who had known affection and physical contact, the ones with siblings and best friends and sweet-natured enthusiasm. While she'd grown accustomed to the moments where they'd drag her into embraces, the amount of times she'd initiated such a thing could have been counted on one hand.
But she moves now, unwavering (because it's awkward and it's bound to be uncomfortable, but Takane never hesitates), and it occurs to her that this is nothing like hugging Hibiki or the Futami twins, but the thought slips in while her arms are already wrapping around him in as unobtrusive a hug as possible. ]
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Slightly.
The truth of the matter is that Takane's hugging experience has been limited to her fellow idols, the ones who had known affection and physical contact, the ones with siblings and best friends and sweet-natured enthusiasm. While she'd grown accustomed to the moments where they'd drag her into embraces, the amount of times she'd initiated such a thing could have been counted on one hand.
But she moves now, unwavering (because it's awkward and it's bound to be uncomfortable, but Takane never hesitates), and it occurs to her that this is nothing like hugging Hibiki or the Futami twins, but the thought slips in while her arms are already wrapping around him in as unobtrusive a hug as possible. ]