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With a little mock salute you give a warm, “Sir, yes sir.” Something flashes in his eyes for a moment, and he slips his hand from your hair, ruffling it slightly. He clears his throat, gaze darting from yours.
“You… don’t have to call me that.” He rebuffs tentatively, and it piques your curiosity. You were usually careful about teasing him, knowing how sensitive his anxiety caused him to be. But you daringly pressed him a little, raising a brow at his seeming discomfort.
“And why not… sir?” You lean in a little, and despite your massive disadvantage in stature he shrinks back a little. He can’t seem to meet your eyes, clearing his throat.
You’d never seen him like this. There was social discomfort, where he fidgeted and hunched in on himself and made a quick getaway at the most available opportunity. This wasn’t anxiety, it seemed… Different. He seemed like he was torn between dashing away and getting closer to you. His breath had quickened, his pupils were dilated.
It hit you, he liked when you called him sir.
Like, a lot.