#orchestreal

  You look at her and she shines brighter than the stars that illuminate the night sky. Kaede Akamatsu could be considered one of the most beautiful girls Maka has ever had the pleasure of meeting. There was no need to play a game of goose-chase around her, there was no need to act sheepish around her, and yet by her proposal alone she is still taken aback by miles. Wide-eyed and robbed of breath, stopped mid-sentence by an embrace the epitome of passion, the intensity of her great love for her is felt through her arms as she pulls Maka closer, her hold a gesture of genuine adoration and absolute warmth.

  “ Yeah..? ”

  No one has ever loved her like this, can love her like this, this we-can-rule-the-world love, this not-even-God-can-touch-us love, this even-the-angels-are-jealous love, this of-biblical-proportions love, an entirely-accidental love so soft and sincere. Her soul thrums within her chest and dares to resonate with Kaede’s out of an act of wanting to be even closer– powerfully-romantic, a bond like no other. So, she leans in. Shyly, at first, as if testing the waters of her own boundaries before closing her eyes and doing exactly what she was told to do. Lip-gloss runs sweet on her lips– cherry flavored; Maka’s heart feels as though it’s going to leap out of her chest any moment now because of it.  She closes her eyes in a farouche manner and puts forth the fact that she’s tense and needs some time to ease into the gentleness of the kiss. Normalizing these acts of affection were still foreign to her, it seems. Her voice did run quiet after all, dulling into a faint whisper between awkward pecks before she pulls away to look up at Kaede once more.

  “ Oh! Uh-- ” All coherent trace of thought seems to perish in the face of this girl’s question. Smiling, flirting with the premise of implied courtship, Kaede Akamatsu was really someone like no other. Maka’s feelings are sincerely felt as they are genuine—but her lack of courage keeps her from pursuing anything of substance, placing people at a distance sufficient enough to exclude intimacy yearned after, her affections STIFLED under layers of hostility not so easily discarded ( it is when she is inflamed with passion that she is at her most vulnerable, taken with the one she treasures to the point of inebriation ( a goddamn weakness ) ); her infatuation defies defense mechanisms, renders her helpless at the sight of her smile leaving no room for concentration. 

  “ I never really.... I don’t-- know? Haha..” Macchan. Her voice cracked at the end there. Holy cow. 

❛  ..mm, am i, really? ❜   he only lets a small chuckle slip out to maintain the serene mood.  denki wasn’t used to being the one laid on, rather the contrary, since he was the smallest out of all of his friends, much to their surprise. nonetheless, it felt nice to be on the other end for once. kaede’s hair was soft and very relaxing to stroke. the soft scent of her perfume also gave her a velvet vibe. the blond sighs in mild joy, putting his phone down, letting the music box of his still - opened neko atsume play in the background.