[He nods, and while he's not looking everywhere, he is listening extremely carefully. If something's going to attack them, it'll probably make noise first, and glancing around just is going to make them look more suspicious.]
[Still, he can't help but feel like there's a pit in his stomach. If Ryouma is going to hold it over him, he'll do it later, and probably in a way to make it seem to Takatora like he's trying to hurt his brother. It's not true. He just needs a night to clear his head. But the man seems slimy and underhanded, and...]
[He feels his stomach do a flip as he thinks of being pinned against the wall with hot breath near his ear. No. He's not thinking about that, not ever again.]
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[Still, he can't help but feel like there's a pit in his stomach. If Ryouma is going to hold it over him, he'll do it later, and probably in a way to make it seem to Takatora like he's trying to hurt his brother. It's not true. He just needs a night to clear his head. But the man seems slimy and underhanded, and...]
[He feels his stomach do a flip as he thinks of being pinned against the wall with hot breath near his ear. No. He's not thinking about that, not ever again.]