[ It's funny - they've only kissed once before (or, well, multiple times in that one instance), and yet there's something so comforting, so familiar about this. He's certainly no poet, but... it's like he's come home, in a way.
His lips curl into a smile as big as his grin as he laces their fingers together. While a tiny, tiny part of him is aware that they're ruining his hard work, he can't bring himself to stop. Because he feels very much the same: he wants all that Kazunari is willing to give. Whether it's just these kisses or more.
Perhaps it isn't the best way to confess, but the words come out naturally, as easily as the pleased little sigh he breathes out when they're finally forced to part. ] I really like you.
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His lips curl into a smile as big as his grin as he laces their fingers together. While a tiny, tiny part of him is aware that they're ruining his hard work, he can't bring himself to stop. Because he feels very much the same: he wants all that Kazunari is willing to give. Whether it's just these kisses or more.
Perhaps it isn't the best way to confess, but the words come out naturally, as easily as the pleased little sigh he breathes out when they're finally forced to part. ] I really like you.