[Haru is- well, on another planet entirely, really. Not exactly cloud nine but perhaps something similar. He barely registers Rin calling out for Sousuke, only aware of the hand on his neck and the memory of Rin's lips on his own.
The weight of thought and emotion settle awkwardly in his arms, and he rests his forehead on Rin's shoulder as he thinks.
It was just a kiss, one that he didn't think would matter too much. So why does he feel so flustered? So strange? The dim lighting in the closet is a blessing, certainly. He didn't understand the turns in his stomach - was it the mackerel? - or the twitch in his fingers.
He peeks up to see the door still closed despite the kiss. Surely Nagisa and the others would have opened it by now, wouldn't they?]
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The weight of thought and emotion settle awkwardly in his arms, and he rests his forehead on Rin's shoulder as he thinks.
It was just a kiss, one that he didn't think would matter too much. So why does he feel so flustered? So strange? The dim lighting in the closet is a blessing, certainly. He didn't understand the turns in his stomach - was it the mackerel? - or the twitch in his fingers.
He peeks up to see the door still closed despite the kiss. Surely Nagisa and the others would have opened it by now, wouldn't they?]