[ There's some relief that they've at least been able to get over the worst of the issue. Even if there's still edges to it that'll sting both of them, it's at least no longer a secret hanging heavily inbetween both of them. They both know now, so they can both slowly start to work it out together somehow too - one way or another.
.. except there's a whole different problem coming up. Again, actually. Because no matter how innocently Kiraki might mean the gesture, there's no way even someone as oblivious as Mamoru can stop what it does to his body. With their legs entangled like that, the two of them pressed so close together, her hand running over his pants without the uniform in the way.. he can even feel her chest pressing against his own. It's not bad, and it's warm, but it's a little too warm and he doesn't know how to deal with it this quickly.
He doesn't move, but his body does squirm a little under her touch.
(God, she's so pretty too, up close like this - or he thinks so, anyway. Did he just never pay real attention to it before? ]
Kiraki..
[ It's not even a real protest. It's just him mumbling her name, sucking in a breath as he tries to deal with the current situation. He keeps holding onto her with one arm, lightly carressing the skin of her cheek with the other - maybe in an attempt to try and ignore the awkward tightness he can start to feel forming down in his pants. ]
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.. except there's a whole different problem coming up. Again, actually. Because no matter how innocently Kiraki might mean the gesture, there's no way even someone as oblivious as Mamoru can stop what it does to his body. With their legs entangled like that, the two of them pressed so close together, her hand running over his pants without the uniform in the way.. he can even feel her chest pressing against his own. It's not bad, and it's warm, but it's a little too warm and he doesn't know how to deal with it this quickly.
He doesn't move, but his body does squirm a little under her touch.
(God, she's so pretty too, up close like this - or he thinks so, anyway. Did he just never pay real attention to it before? ]
Kiraki..
[ It's not even a real protest. It's just him mumbling her name, sucking in a breath as he tries to deal with the current situation. He keeps holding onto her with one arm, lightly carressing the skin of her cheek with the other - maybe in an attempt to try and ignore the awkward tightness he can start to feel forming down in his pants. ]