[ She doesn't flinch or gasp or squeak or anything remotely embarrassing, but she remains acutely aware of that solid warmth against her back, and his voice close to her ear, her hands still dwarfed under his.
Haru shoves past it to the best of her ability, fingers wrapping around the axe handle, forcing her shoulders to relax and stay level. ]
It should eventually become muscle memory, won't it?
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Haru shoves past it to the best of her ability, fingers wrapping around the axe handle, forcing her shoulders to relax and stay level. ]
It should eventually become muscle memory, won't it?