[ This sense of longing for a person, rather than for an opportunity to stand on stage, is something he hasn't felt in years. But he recognizes it clear as day in the quickening of his heartbeat when his lips brush against skin, or the emptiness he feels in their absence, even though he hasn't moved away.
He's not sure what he wants to say, but it's easy enough to start with ] Thank you. [ But that's not everything he'd like to say.
Tsumugi is quiet for a moment, letting the words tumble in his head a bit, before finally settling on (shyly) ] Would it be okay if I kissed you?
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He's not sure what he wants to say, but it's easy enough to start with ] Thank you. [ But that's not everything he'd like to say.
Tsumugi is quiet for a moment, letting the words tumble in his head a bit, before finally settling on (shyly) ] Would it be okay if I kissed you?