[ even now he can sense something is wrong, and while he doesn't know what, he can see past aoba's facade. there's an uneasiness the atmosphere, and he doubt's it's them being close to each other like. he looks down, feeling a hand on his leg, but it's half on him and half on the couch. then he hears the question, and while he would find that romantic, he now knows for sure something is off. ]
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What's wrong? Tell me please, Aoba.