( and unbeknownst to izou yet again, maybe he's falling into a completely different trap, the petal brush of her fingers as they grab hold of his hand enough to startle awake a fluttering sensation in his chest. )

Wh-What the hell're you—

( she really needs to quit doing shit like this before he literally expires on the spot, and in the moment, heart starting to race, he wonders how the hell she can approach a guy so casually in the dark like this, especially a guy who keeps asserting how dangerous he is (without actually following through). was it his fault for going off on this tangent, or... or...

before he can explode, izou tugs his hand out of her grip, grateful for the curtain of gloom that hides the creeping pink on his cheeks. )

... Okay. You made yer point.

( loud and clear, even, his body still tense with the memory of the touch.

but then, a certain realization hits him. a one that catches him off guard, that recalls the way she scrutinized his looks the very first time they met. )

You shoulda just told me it spooked you from the start. Or, what... you don't feel safe with me?