[Kyosuke knows he shouldn't be looking away at such an important moment, but the rustling and shifting of ... something at their feet is difficult to ignore. The red roses are oddly vibrant colors in the cobblestone square, and they hold his attention as they unfurl themselves into full, thorny blooms.
He's just about to comment on the roses and the odd coincidence that he received roses just the other day, if only to fill the silence, when Juzo acts, and his brows fly up in surprise as he steadies himself with a hand against his friend's chest.
Kissing Juzo was different from kissing Chisa; whereas there was a certain finesse and whimsy from Chisa, there was fervor from Juzo, and Kyosuke finds himself kissing back firmly simply so he won't drown. He's warm and breathless by the end of it, anchoring his fingers in Juzo's coat to avoid swaying into him.]
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He's just about to comment on the roses and the odd coincidence that he received roses just the other day, if only to fill the silence, when Juzo acts, and his brows fly up in surprise as he steadies himself with a hand against his friend's chest.
Kissing Juzo was different from kissing Chisa; whereas there was a certain finesse and whimsy from Chisa, there was fervor from Juzo, and Kyosuke finds himself kissing back firmly simply so he won't drown. He's warm and breathless by the end of it, anchoring his fingers in Juzo's coat to avoid swaying into him.]
I-- Ah... I'm glad you understand.