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By now, most of the other students had left the dance in favor of maybe going to secretly drink, or to just go have fun at home with their friends. Amane and Nene were some of the only students left, and the others seemed to be just as exhausted from the silly dancing they'd all done earlier in the night.
"I got you a cookie." Amane said, sitting back down at the table him and Nene had laid claim to. Kou and Mitsuba had been here earlier too, but they'd gone home a while ago.
"Thank you!" Nene said, taking the cookie he held out to her. "It's starting to get quiet..." she commented, looking around. "Should we go soon?"
"If you want." Amane said, finishing off the donut he was eating. "I-"
"Oh!" Nene said, standing up quickly. "I love this song!" She quickly moved to his side of the table, taking both of his hands and leading him onto the dance floor.
"It's a pretty slow song, isn't it? How are you meant to dance to it?"
"It's slow 'cause it's a love song... so romantic~" She smiled, closing her eyes. One could imagine all the ikemen boys she was fawning over.
"Oh, so like this?" Amane asked, putting his hands on her hips. Her eyes flew open, a blush spreading across her cheeks in an instant.
"Hehe~"
Her hands shot up in front of her chest, and while he expected her to push him away and call him an idiot or something, she didn't. The tension in her arms left, and they relaxed to fall against his chest, pinning the crystalline bracelet adorning her wrist against his dress shirt. They swayed back and forth for what must have only been a few seconds, but with the blood rushing in both of their ears, time seemed to have slowed to a crawl.
"Amane..." Nene started to say, but her voice faded into a whisper as soon as the sounds had left her lips. Looking into his eyes, she could see twinkles an emotion that they'd both been ignoring for a while now, but nonetheless was there, pushing them together.
He leaned in, and their eyes closed as their lips met in their first embrace.
When they pulled away, neither of them could meet each other's gazes.
The silence was a mix of comfort and discomfort all in one, though the most noticeable feeling was that of an intense relief, as if a barrier had finally been lifted.
"...that was kind of weird." Amane finally said, looking back at her from whatever he'd been focused on in the distance. When Nene looked at him, though, a smile graced his features.
"Y-yeah..." she agreed, though silently adding on 'but I didn't hate it' .
"Your lips are really soft." He murmured, moving one of the hands that had been resting on Nene's hip to brush a piece of hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
"Yours are too... it kind of scared me." Nene admitted, looking over his shoulder. She was too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
"Can I do it again?"
"Huh?"
"Kiss you." He repeated, tilting his head almost imperceptibly and closing his eyes in a smile. "Can I kiss you again, Yashiro?"