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"I'd marry you if I could."
It sounded so casual, like she was talking about the weather; and still, it hit Honoka like-- like a shooting star. One she'd seen coming, wished upon, even, and made no effort to dodge. Because she never expected it to actually come down on her.
A pencil hit the table, startling her out of her thoughts. She looked at Nagisa, who had buried her face in her hands as if to conceal a fierce blush. A thought voiced on a whim, Honoka thought, but not retracted. She smiled.
"One day, we will," she promised.