[ they should stop this now. kotone's already ruined things with mitsuru, she can't—she won't—
then she feels yukari's lips on hers. she knows she can't let this happen, if she pulls away now they can forget about it. it will be like nothing ever changed. but instead...
instead, that magnetism she'd done her best to ignore, even back in iwatodai, holds her in place. after a beat, kotone parts her lips, returning the kiss. yukari tastes of strawberries and heat, and this is a mistake, she knows, even as she grabs a fistful of the back of her friend's top, but she's yet to start thinking rationally again.
there's no shyness, but it's all much more uncertain, even amid the fervor. ]
[ much later, while lying in bed and staring at the ceiling in the comforting darkness of her room, yukari will reflect how on how fitting it was that her first kiss would be the culmination of some fucked up situation with her best friend. nothing else in her life had been normal since she was 6. so why should this be?
she'll also mull over the sudden jolt of surprise when kotone reciprocates, quickly followed by joy tempered with desperation. once they pull away, both of them will remember a kind blonde girl with a ribbon around her neck with instant regret. they won't be able to return to that comfortable valley between platonic and romantic ever again.
but she deepens the kiss and tightens her fingers in kotone's hair on instinct, anyway. and her lips will tingle at the memory. ]
[ the simple fact of it all is that she loves yukari. of course she loves yukari. but the lines between types of love are often blurry at best, and she had wanted to avoid muddling them further with her, especially with the painful absence of the person kotone cares for most.
so much for that.
kotone's fingers tighten their grip, until finally, she breaks off the kiss. realization takes hold. her grip on yukari releases in an instant, almost as if she'd been burned. ]
I—Yukari, that was—
[ she doesn't know what to say. it wasn't a mistake, necessarily, and she enjoyed it but surely they both know why this can't— ]
[ of course she knows. this is...bad in so many ways, each more serious than the last. this--them, together as something more than friends--can't happen. and even if it could, it certainly won't be now.
regardless, the knowledge doesn't ease the ache in her chest at the suddenness of kotone's recoil. ]
Yeah. [ she swallows hard, hoping it'll remove the lifeless tone in her voice, and takes a large step backwards. ] It...I--
[ i'm sorry i'm sorry god i'm so sorry ]
We...shouldn't. [ a beat before she continues, ] Stay here, I mean. It probably isn't much safer here than at the Hall.
[ if yukari can move them past her mistake fast enough, there won't enough time to linger on possibilities or regrets. and they can pretend nothing's changed a while longer. ]
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then she feels yukari's lips on hers. she knows she can't let this happen, if she pulls away now they can forget about it. it will be like nothing ever changed. but instead...
instead, that magnetism she'd done her best to ignore, even back in iwatodai, holds her in place. after a beat, kotone parts her lips, returning the kiss. yukari tastes of strawberries and heat, and this is a mistake, she knows, even as she grabs a fistful of the back of her friend's top, but she's yet to start thinking rationally again.
there's no shyness, but it's all much more uncertain, even amid the fervor. ]
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she'll also mull over the sudden jolt of surprise when kotone reciprocates, quickly followed by joy tempered with desperation. once they pull away, both of them will remember a kind blonde girl with a ribbon around her neck with instant regret. they won't be able to return to that comfortable valley between platonic and romantic ever again.
but she deepens the kiss and tightens her fingers in kotone's hair on instinct, anyway. and her lips will tingle at the memory. ]
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so much for that.
kotone's fingers tighten their grip, until finally, she breaks off the kiss. realization takes hold. her grip on yukari releases in an instant, almost as if she'd been burned. ]
I—Yukari, that was—
[ she doesn't know what to say. it wasn't a mistake, necessarily, and she enjoyed it but surely they both know why this can't— ]
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regardless, the knowledge doesn't ease the ache in her chest at the suddenness of kotone's recoil. ]
Yeah. [ she swallows hard, hoping it'll remove the lifeless tone in her voice, and takes a large step backwards. ] It...I--
[ i'm sorry i'm sorry god i'm so sorry ]
We...shouldn't. [ a beat before she continues, ] Stay here, I mean. It probably isn't much safer here than at the Hall.
[ if yukari can move them past her mistake fast enough, there won't enough time to linger on possibilities or regrets. and they can pretend nothing's changed a while longer. ]