[He doesn't kiss her. Her hands are on his neck, gentle as she adjusts the collar, a brush of fingers, the pressure of the collar adjusted and resettled. It's electric. He can't think, he can't breathe. She looks at his throat with slightly parted lips and he doesn't lean down, doesn't kiss her, as much as he desperately wants to.
Instead, she raises herself onto her tiptoes and---
oh
oh
]
..Shiemi-san?
[He asks, senselessly, no real question behind it, just dazed astonishment. He's wanted that for ages, years even. He likes her. He likes her so much he can't breathe, so much that there's nothing in his always-racing mind except I like her so much.
He wants to kiss her.
He reaches out, rests a hand on the side of her face. Leans down.
He doesn't kiss her.]
Can I--? [Is he even allowed to? After all this time, after knowing her, after she knows him more than anyone else does, is he allowed to kiss her?]
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Instead, she raises herself onto her tiptoes and---
oh
oh
]
..Shiemi-san?
[He asks, senselessly, no real question behind it, just dazed astonishment. He's wanted that for ages, years even. He likes her. He likes her so much he can't breathe, so much that there's nothing in his always-racing mind except I like her so much.
He wants to kiss her.
He reaches out, rests a hand on the side of her face. Leans down.
He doesn't kiss her.]
Can I--? [Is he even allowed to? After all this time, after knowing her, after she knows him more than anyone else does, is he allowed to kiss her?]