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Haruka felt really content in his body. He's been feeling happy like this since last Tuesday or other, he doesn't really keep track of calender dates, but he knows it's been about three days or something. Moral of the story, he's happy and that's it. He's happy because the girl he's been hopelessly crushing on for years now is his prom date, and, presumably, his girlfriend. And that's the only issue, the only thing pricking into his side. Presumably. There could be a quick fix to this — She is sitting next to him on his bed, after all. She's been playing the flute for him for the past ten minutes, trying to get the same four notes to be right, and he couldn't help but get lost in thought. He didn't like sharp, high pitched noises, but if it was Muu's flute, he was fine with them. He was fine with anything if it was Muu's.
And he needed to know, so he tapped her shoulder. Muu let the flute down and turned her head towards him. "Yes?" Haruka took a deep breath. "I, I wanted to talk to you about.. about something, something that's pretty important." Muu nodded and put her instrument down, scooting closer to Haruka. "Muu's listening." He inhaled again and only then began to speak. "So, you know, a few days ago, I asked you to be my date to prom and, and I just wanted to ask, does that make us friends or are we datin—" "I thought we were dating?"
Muu looked up at him and she looked genuinely concerned. "Like, Muu.. Muu was living with the thought that she was your girlfriend all this time.." Her eyes seemed sad. Haruka quickly scrambled to put together a sentence to fix it up. "I— I thought so too, but.. I just, you know, I had to make sure to ask..! So that I don't do something you don't want me to." He glanced at her apologetically, but that seemed to do the job. She was just staring at his face now. "So are you my boyfriend then?" "I.. I guess so. Yes." She gave a little smile before leaning her head onto his shoulder. Humming, she found his hand and intertwined their fingers, bringing their joined hands up to her mouth. She hesitated for a moment before planting a quick kiss on the back of Haruka's fingers. She momentarily looked up at him. "Muu will kiss you properly later, okay?"
If Haruka was feeling a bit better than usual a few days ago, he was feeling really good right now. It was finally the date of prom and he couldn't be enjoying himself more! He got a kiss on the cheek from Muu just as the night started and right now, they were dancing — They've been at it for hours, but Muu doesn't seem to get tired. She's surely getting slower, but maybe that's because it's later and she feels like setting the mood. And every single the time the dance 'climaxes' as she said, every time, she kisses him. He's starting to become good at it, or so he liked to think.
It's never more than just pressing their lips together, but instead of drawing back immediately, she sometimes just.. stays there for a bit. A few seconds, and then she obviously pulls away, and smiles, and maybe even strokes his cheek with her thumb, and he can feel his legs giving out from under him. But then he overcomes it — He's been kissed a lot in the past hour, so he also likes to think that he's getting better at handling it well and not running away to throw up. And not having a whole panic attack in the bathroom. Yeah, he feels his stomach twist into knots, something like that at least, whenever they kiss, but Mahiru said it's normal. She called it 'butterflies'.
Muu's hand departing from his made him guess that it was happening again. And just as he thought — She placed a hand on his cheek, which he quickly reciprocated, and raised her head for a quick kiss before pressing her forehead into the crook of his neck. This was always his favourite part, because then he had the chance to bury his own face into her hair. He loved the feeling of it, from the way she smelled to the way her hair tickled his face a little. It calmed him down a lot. She eventually does pull away, but he doesn't mind. He knows she'll do it again in a little, and even if she doesn't, he can always ask for a hug. Dancing with her is way, way more than he could ever want, anyway.
Now.. If Haruka felt really good during prom, he was probably in euphoria.
He couldn't finish the thought properly before Muu kissed him again. They were on his bed — it was technically supposed to be a sleepover, but if you leave two teenagers who are also coincidentally in a relationship alone in the house, they're probably bound to eventually start kissing eachother. That's how he mapped it out in his head. Especially if it's him and Muu, because by now, it's been about two weeks since prom, it's summer break now, and Muu is at his house for a sleepover. And they're kissing.
For some unknown reason, he was the one laying on his back and Muu was the one holding him down (!!), but it's not like he's bothered by it or anything. He's having the time of his life, actually. Muu had the suggestion of doing makeup and then they somehow ended up like this, with her on top of him, but she managed to put on lipstick first, and to his delight. His face was covered in it by now, and she made a point to tell him.
"Haruka-kun looks so adorable like this… Muu should give you kisses with lipstick on more often."
He was convinced he was going to stop breathing. At some point, Muu asked him to turn his head to the left and before he knew it his neck was covered in lipstick, too. Not like he had a problem with that, either. He was enjoying himself, yes. Every time Muu felt she had kissed off all the lipstick, he saw a blurry image of her putting on more before kissing him again. She was giggling in between, sometimes even smiling onto the kisses, and he couldn't resist laughing himself when she did.
Eventually, she decided to settle for laying her head on his chest. He's grown a lot more confident these past days with her, and so after a bit of hesitation, he planted a quick kiss onto the top of her head. He heard her hum adjust her head a little. "Haruka-kun, can Muu sleep like this?" He would never deny her, especially not of something that he wanted too. "Of course, Muu-san."