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“I was your first kiss.”
“Hm?”
Mina’s head perked up, she had previously been focused on painting the nails of the boy in front of her, but his words had piqued her interest.
Thinking she hadn’t heard him, Tim repeated himself. “I was your first kiss.” This time, he was saying it to himself more than he was to her. As if the implications of it had fully sunk in.
“Back at the arena, you said I was your first.” He explained further.
“Oh. Right.” Said Mina, looking back down at his hand to hide the subtle blush on her face.
“Was it a good one?”
“Hm?” Said Mina once again.
“Was it a good kiss, I mean.”
Mina was quiet, turning his hand with her own to see her progress. Tim felt nervous due to the silence.
“Well, how would I know if it was good if it was my first?” She teased, a smirk on her face.
Tim scoffed. “Did you like it?” He questioned finally. The only reason he was asking in the first place was because of the time Stephanie had called him a “bad kisser” before insisting on teaching him the “proper” way to do it.
He’d kissed people since then (a lot of people actually) and no one had said anything. Then again, his first girlfriend, Ariana, hadn’t said anything either. That made sense though, considering he was her first kiss as well. And while he’d usually brush off the “bad kisser comment” as Steph’s usual teasing, she seemed serious when she said it and he had no other point of reference.
While Tim thought back to his own experience, Mina thought back to hers and the arena, and as they did there was silence once again. Until Mina broke it with her answer, that is.
“In the moment, I didn’t have an opinion. I was too worried about the fact that you might die and if my powers had worked to REALLY think about our kiss.” Tim’s heart sunk.
“I screamed about it when I got home though,” Tim’s heart floated. “And even more when I found out your identity.”
Though Tim was really looking for a yes or no answer, he supposed this answer wasn’t bad.
“What about you?”
“Hm?”
“Did you enjoy it when I kissed you?”
Much like Mina when Tim had asked her, he stopped to think.
“Honestly, it really shocked me. In fact, it distracted me during the match because all I could think about was…” Tim trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“Was?”
“…was the softness of your lips…” Tim blushed, the corniness of his words not lost on him. Mina didn’t seem to mind though, giggling at him. He supposed that Mina was always into corny romantic stuff like that.
They lapsed into silence once again, listening to the music from their shared playlist. Mina lifted up Tim’s (now finished) hand, blowing on it so it could dry.
“I’ve always liked your hands.”
“Really?”
“Of course. There nice and pretty looking, aesthetically pleasing, really. I’ve always kinda been worried that I’d end up with a guy that had fat stubby hands.” Tim chuckled at her description.
“But yours aren’t like that,” Mina gently rubbed his hand with her fingers, massaging it. The massage was much enjoyed by Tim.
“Yours are nice and slender.” She appreciated his hand for a bit longer before moving onto paint his other hand.
“That’s a little harsh though, don’t you think? There’s nothing wrong with stubby hands.” Said Tim, throughly amused.
“Eh. I guess you’re right. I mean, I personally don’t see the appeal, but I guess some people might like them. Actually, one of my siblings does. Says that their fingers can ‘fill’ them up better.” Tim quirked a brow at that.
“What were you guys talking about to warrant that?”
Mina giggles fondly, as if remembering something nice. “It was literally just celebrity crushes, but my siblings are really unhinged about stuff like that.”
“Is that where you get it from?” Said Tim, remembering all the times Mina had said something jaw-dropping about her newest fictional crush. (Or idol or actor or whatever she was into that week.)
“Oh no, trust me, I could never be as bad as some of my siblings, they have NO shame.”
“If they’re worse than you I’m scared to meet them.”
“Hehe. Don’t worry, you’ve got about a month of peace before they become fully unhinged.”
“To think it only took you like a few weeks.”
“Lies! I took 3 months, you took like 1.”
“That’s a straight-up lie and you know it. You were calling me all the names in the book by our 4th play date!”
“Source?”
“The greater one to ever exist, my brain.”
Mina chuckled. “Don’t get cocky. There is NO way you could accurately remember something from when you were five years old.”
“I literally have photographic memory. I remember things from when I was two. Like, say, the flying Graysons?”
“That’s different! That definitely traumatized you, of course you remember it! Besides, for you to remember something from one of our play dates you would’ve had to ‘photograph’ it.”
“What makes you think I wouldn’t?”
Mina raised a brow. “Oh? So you’ve been obsessed with me since we first met? Enough to literally burn our time together into your memory? Into your very soul?”
Tim blushed, before deciding to double down. “And so what if I was?”
The two stared at each other for a second, both not breaking eye contact, before Mina smiled and kissed the boy on his nose.
“Then you wouldn’t be the only one.”
Tim’s heart soared and he felt especially giddy. He had to suppress to urge to giggle idiotically.
Mina definitely noticed, but she didn’t say anything. (Probably because she felt the same way.) Instead she lifted up Tim’s other hand and blew on it, just like she had done with the previous one.
“Alright, I’m done!”
Tim wiggled his fingers in a princess-y motion, the nail polish giving a tingly sensation.
“It’s cute.” Complimented Tim.
Mina smiled, basking in the brief praise.
Mina raised her own hands to show off her (much longer) nails. “Now we match!”