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“Mm~ Yuki, we don’t have time-“ Mizuki mumbled against Mafuyu’s lips as he pushed in for another kiss, tongue dragging across their bottom lip. She parted her lips slightly, allowing him entrance into their mouth with a soft hum.
Mafuyu’s tongue brushed against Mizuki’s own, a soft whimper leaving her lips as he pulled them in close by the waist; body’s pressed so close together that there was barely any room for them to breath.
Mizuki tilted her head slightly to deepen the kiss, no longer caring about anyone else in the world but Mafuyu. All that mattered was him, and how close he was; the way his tongue brushed against her own, how hot his body felt, how flushed their cheeks were against the palms of his hands as he cradled her face - the cold of his skin contrasting the fires of her own.
Kissing Mafuyu was addictive, and once she got started, she found it hard to stop - as did he.
His hands moved up her face a little, thumbs brushing at her cheeks as one left her face; tangling into her hair to pull her in closer. If they were any closer, they may as well be on single organism.
Mizuki’s back is hurting from how much it’s pressing against the wall behind them - but she doesn’t care. It’s worth it if Mafuyu keeps kissing her like this.
What were they even doing before this? She couldn’t remember - it didn’t matter. She was lost in his embrace, every sense being overwhelmed by him and only him.
He always smelled so good - having recently changed his shampoo to be one that smelled of coconuts. It was sending Mizuki dizzy; all she could smell was coconuts mixed in with the body spray he had on.
She wished she could trap it in a candle, and smell it forever.
Eventually, though, Mafuyu did pull back - panting softly. He pushed some hair from his face, smiling at her so softly.
“There.” He said, bumping foreheads with her. “I feel better now - Do you?”
Mizuki nodded slowly, her own smile plastered across their lips. “I suppose I do~ Though I wasn’t feeling bad in the first place.”
“. . . You’re about to get married, and you aren’t even a little nervous?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm… Nope!” She grinned, kissing him quickly on the lips. “Not when it’s to you. You’re far too soft to ever make me nervous.”
Mafuyu shook his head, stepping back a little to readjust his tie - it had gotten knocked in their heated exchange.
“Yeah, yeah… You know your voice always goes super high when you’re nervous, right?” A small smirk played on his lips.
“Ah…” Mizuki scratched their cheek. “Well, I… Maybe I am just the tiniest bit nervous.”
“Hm, we’ll maybe I could - take your mind off of-“
“Amia? Did you get the dress on yet?” Ena’s voice cut Mafuyu off as she knocked on the door to the room the pair were in.
“Ah- Just a minute, Ena!” She called back to her, looking between the door and Mafuyu.
Mafuyu rolled his eyes, walking towards the window he’d, well, climbed through to get in here. “I’ll be going, then. Isn’t this supposed to be bad luck? Ah. I’m sure it doesn’t matter.” He hoisted one leg over the window - thank god this was the ground floor.
“Wait, Mafuyu-“ Mizuki mumbled, walking over to him; dress dragging behind her. It was big, and poofy - and a lovely shade of baby pink.
“Hm?” He tilted his head, looking at her. “C’mon, Ena will hit the roof if-“
He was cut off once more by Mizuki pulling him into a sweet kiss by his tie.
“I love you.” She mumbled. “I’ll see you later-?”
“Of course.” He gave her that dopey smile that was reserved just for her. “I’ll be waiting.”
And with that, he was out the window and off to find Kanade so they could go over things one last time.