[She blinks and holds her breath for a moment. She can’t even remember the last time anyone, let alone Mamoru even called her by her first name.
She leans her face against his hand, and lets a few more sobs out before letting head droop down to rest against his shoulder. Kiraki had more or less grown up alone. Her mom keeping her alive and away from her father's dirty dealings. As much as her mom loved her, she was away so often that her absence became normal. Kiraki was supposed to be strong. Stronger than this. She wasn't supposed to be unraveled by worry over whether or not some boy liked her.
But Mamoru wasn't just "some boy”. He was the one who was always there for her. The one who made sure she wasn’t alone. Who helped her and comforted her, no matter how much he was suffering.]
You better not be just saying that, or I’ll kick your ass. [She whispered without conviction. She tried to resist the joy and relief bubbling in her chest. She didn't dare hope, when things were so bleak.
She moved her head to look at him again, her face now mere centimeters from his.]
Hey, I thought you said we weren’t going to apologize anymore.
[She looks straight down at him, her own breath being caught in her throat as the reality of their current situation started to sink in. At first she had only cared about getting her feelings through to him, but now it seemed that things were approaching a much different borderline. All at once she was thoroughly away of every point where their bodies touched. She didn’t know where this was headed. But she wasn’t afraid to find out.
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She leans her face against his hand, and lets a few more sobs out before letting head droop down to rest against his shoulder.
Kiraki had more or less grown up alone. Her mom keeping her alive and away from her father's dirty dealings. As much as her mom loved her, she was away so often that her absence became normal.
Kiraki was supposed to be strong. Stronger than this. She wasn't supposed to be unraveled by worry over whether or not some boy liked her.
But Mamoru wasn't just "some boy”. He was the one who was always there for her. The one who made sure she wasn’t alone. Who helped her and comforted her, no matter how much he was suffering.]
You better not be just saying that, or I’ll kick your ass.
[She whispered without conviction. She tried to resist the joy and relief bubbling in her chest. She didn't dare hope, when things were so bleak.
She moved her head to look at him again, her face now mere centimeters from his.]
Hey, I thought you said we weren’t going to apologize anymore.
[She looks straight down at him, her own breath being caught in her throat as the reality of their current situation started to sink in. At first she had only cared about getting her feelings through to him, but now it seemed that things were approaching a much different borderline. All at once she was thoroughly away of every point where their bodies touched. She didn’t know where this was headed. But she wasn’t afraid to find out.