[How is he supposed to resist that? He's never been able to resist that kind of genuine sincerity being turned into praise.
Nazuna lifts his hand to Sannan's shoulder, fingers getting caught up in the fabric there for a few seconds before the inevitable happens.
He presses their lips together. It's delicate, but even so it feels like he's been waiting for this forever. His heart keeps fluttering with excitement. Some part of him really wants to let himself get carried away, even though he knows it's not wise. But it's too late to take it back-- and he doesn't want to. God he doesn't want to.]
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Nazuna lifts his hand to Sannan's shoulder, fingers getting caught up in the fabric there for a few seconds before the inevitable happens.
He presses their lips together. It's delicate, but even so it feels like he's been waiting for this forever. His heart keeps fluttering with excitement. Some part of him really wants to let himself get carried away, even though he knows it's not wise. But it's too late to take it back-- and he doesn't want to. God he doesn't want to.]