mitsuki.
his words made her own features SOFTEN. sheepishly clas- ping her hands behind her back, maroon orbs would PEEL a- way from his blue once more. “ tch, idiot.” although she was older – she was still the same mitsuki at heart.
“ i suppose, i have missed your company, a lot more than i’ve .. “ she could feel the EMBARRASSMENT building in her chest. “ .. expressed. “
A tiny fluster manifest upon his cheeks, SCORCHING their once porcelain hue. Countenance is hidden for a split second, before returning his undivided attention to her maroon jewels.
❝ … Yeah. ❞
is ALL he can muster up. Silent strides close the distance between the two level headed ravens until Haru braves his insecurities & greets her forehead with a chaste kiss.
mitsuki EXPECTED the rest of the conversation to hold some sort of UNCOMFORTABLE weight. after all, the two weren't exactly SKILLED in conversing. but this fish-loving, idiotic boy did something that wa- s LONG since overdue -- something the two ( or mo- re so, mitsuki ) had been too afraid to attempt.
affection.
feeling thin lips PRESS against the top of her head only made mitsuki TENSE with confusion. suddenly, after an awkwardly long pause, her arms found themselves wrap- ped around his torso, pulling haru into a tight, LOVING embrace. the feeling was indescribable.
“ i’m going to an ice-cream parlor. .. you are welcome to join. ”
