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“Can I kiss you?” Kou breathes.
He doesn’t expect much, expects Mitsuba to call him a perv and a weirdo and any number of other things, to never let him forget this incident.
What he doesn’t expect is for Mitsuba’s eyes to blow wide, his lips to part slightly, and a deep flush to rise to his face as he stares at Kou and processes what Kou has just said. It should not be attractive, objectively. It only makes Kou want to kiss him more.
And Kou is rude, and he’s impulsive, but he would never kiss someone if they didn’t want him to. So he forces himself still, and, because he doesn’t think he could make his mouth work if he wanted to, he waits for Mitsuba’s answer.
“I-“ Mitsuba tries, but then stops.
Honestly, Kou’s getting kind of afraid that Mitsuba will start avoiding him because of this. That would suck, but at least he knows that Mitsuba won’t avoid him forever. They’re both far too clingy for that.
Then, just as Kou’s readying himself to leave as fast as possible to avoid more potential embarrassment, Mitsuba lurches forward and crashes their mouths together. Honestly, it’s kind of awkward, and they both just kind of freeze like that for a moment. Then, Kou’s arms come up almost on instinct to bury themselves in Mitsuba’s hair. Mitsuba’s soft, silky hair that Kou has always wanted to touch but never been able to.
The kiss is significantly better after that.