[Already he was preparing a lot more of that "idiot" talk, that defensive aggressive front, and he was just opening his big fat mouth when she grabs his shirt and pulls at it. What, she wants to fight now-- oh.
Oh.
It's funny. Despite being kissed- actually kissed, the impossible's happened, he's being kissed by her, holy shit- the first thing that he's made painfully aware of is that Arakita has absolutely no idea what to do with his hands.
They're frozen in the position they were the moment she kissed him back: elbows bent in front of him, fingers splayed and tense, and twitching ever so slightly. What, does he cross his arms? Leave them there? Is it okay to touch her now without inducing another tsun firestorm?
They twitch and move up and down about an inch for a moment or two, somehow making him looks even more stupid in so short of a timeframe. A little too suddenly to be smooth (way too suddenly to be smooth), his hands rise up and place themselves on her shoulders. There, that'll keep them still, at least.
Hands taken care of (sort of), his attention snaps back to the only place it could go. This is probably the only time in his life he wishes he had taken advice from, say, Toudou, or Shinkai, or someone who's probably done this before. He realizes now that Ange made this an actual kiss, not the half-mash of lips he'd pushed onto her moments ago despite how clumsy her execution is, and he doesn't know how to return it well. It doesn't help that his head's running too hot to focus on what his lips are doing. He's not smooth, he's not the kind of guy that would know how to kiss well, and he's already fucked up a lot of this.
...But he'll try, dammit, because even if this is completely new territory for him he won't stay frozen like a coward. He doesn't relax (his heart's pounding to his ears and he's sure she can hear it, goddamnit) and his hands are pretty much glued to his shoulders at this point, but he tilts his head slightly and pushes more into the kiss... mostly on instinct to what he thinks will show that he's definitely returning it.
(She tastes like those too-sweet peaches, he realizes, but he really doesn't mind that now).]
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Oh.
It's funny. Despite being kissed- actually kissed, the impossible's happened, he's being kissed by her, holy shit- the first thing that he's made painfully aware of is that Arakita has absolutely no idea what to do with his hands.
They're frozen in the position they were the moment she kissed him back: elbows bent in front of him, fingers splayed and tense, and twitching ever so slightly. What, does he cross his arms? Leave them there? Is it okay to touch her now without inducing another tsun firestorm?
They twitch and move up and down about an inch for a moment or two, somehow making him looks even more stupid in so short of a timeframe. A little too suddenly to be smooth (way too suddenly to be smooth), his hands rise up and place themselves on her shoulders. There, that'll keep them still, at least.
Hands taken care of (sort of), his attention snaps back to the only place it could go. This is probably the only time in his life he wishes he had taken advice from, say, Toudou, or Shinkai, or someone who's probably done this before. He realizes now that Ange made this an actual kiss, not the half-mash of lips he'd pushed onto her moments ago despite how clumsy her execution is, and he doesn't know how to return it well. It doesn't help that his head's running too hot to focus on what his lips are doing. He's not smooth, he's not the kind of guy that would know how to kiss well, and he's already fucked up a lot of this.
...But he'll try, dammit, because even if this is completely new territory for him he won't stay frozen like a coward. He doesn't relax (his heart's pounding to his ears and he's sure she can hear it, goddamnit) and his hands are pretty much glued to his shoulders at this point, but he tilts his head slightly and pushes more into the kiss... mostly on instinct to what he thinks will show that he's definitely returning it.
(She tastes like those too-sweet peaches, he realizes, but he really doesn't mind that now).]