An utter disaster. This feeling of never being lonely again. And Natsume was just a wreck. But Tsubasa's hand was soft. And warm, too. And holding hands for the first time was kind of a big deal. (Not meaning to sound like a school girl; Natsume's super-manly.) And on Valentine's day, nonetheless.
Catastrophe. Natsume was tripping. He knew for a fact he could dance. Damn well, too. But not now. Not in Tsubasa's hold, which by the way, was very soft and very warm. And at the Valentine's ball? Oh-ho-ho. No. But Tsubasa had insisted they dance. And by now, Natsume was too busy trying to stay on his feet to care that everyone was in awe. Their first dance. And on Valentine's day, nonetheless.
This was a total crisis. Their relationship was so that these kinds of thing weren't expected at all. Also, again, Tsubasa's arms were very soft. And warm, too. So that he'd frozen when the senpai had leaned in and embraced him. Natsume had kind of spaced out, just savouring the comfort. As said, this was not usual. In fact, it was the first. And on Valentine's day, nonetheless.
Once again, caught off-guard? Aren't you supposed to be used to surprises? But again, it was Tsubasa. Natsume flushed deeper upon realizing how silly he was being. And just because this idiot finally kissed him? Well, yes. Because, Natsume might argue, Tsubasa's lips were very soft. And warm, too. So, that he'd frozen when the senpai had leaned in and pressed those lips to his wasn't an over-reaction. He'd been pre-occupied, was all. Mostly with the fact that finally(finally,) for the first time,Tsubasa had kissed him. And on Valentine's day, nonetheless.
Tsubasa snickered. "You are a miracle."