[If Rin is a wildfire, Sousuke is a hurricane. His force and energy moves powerfully through his body, ignites Haru's own determination to reciprocate. Haru still lacks the knowledge of what a real kiss is like- but he mimics Sousuke, fights back despite his position against the door.
He's used to being tossed around against shit like that anyway.
Kissing is strange, he decides. He shares no affection for Sousuke whatsoever - the guy certainly had nothing kind to say to Haru - but he doesn't think to pull away. A peck might have sufficed, even something a little more brief like his kiss with Rin.
Is this a competition?
He's not sure.
All he knows is that he refuses to be the first one to stop.]
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He's used to being tossed around against shit like that anyway.
Kissing is strange, he decides. He shares no affection for Sousuke whatsoever - the guy certainly had nothing kind to say to Haru - but he doesn't think to pull away. A peck might have sufficed, even something a little more brief like his kiss with Rin.
Is this a competition?
He's not sure.
All he knows is that he refuses to be the first one to stop.]