As she was in the middle of self-loathing, Nensu didn’t even notice that the other teen was proceeding to move closer. The only thing that she had managed to pick up on, was the readjustment of their hands, which were then intertwined with their fingers, rather than on top of one another. Looking down at their joined hands, and then towards the messy green hair that seemed to be resting upon her shoulder, Nensu stayed where she was, although she momentarily brushed her cheek against his hair, before resting it there, on top of his head. His question was an easy one, but it took her a moment to change the subject before answering him. 
“Hmm. Well, I love to draw, sing and dance; do any kind of traditional activity during the summer and winter, really. I’ve grown quite fond of baking pastries too”. 
She answered with a chuckle, before reaching up her other hand to graze the other teen’s hair. 
“What about you?”

Momo kept her face, full of empathy, upon the taller teen before her. She had to refrain on giving him a hug. Instead, she reached for his hand, and held it, lightly squeezing it.