She felt the ghost of a breath as it twirled around her, reminding Akko that this was wrong.
Akko was not supposed to lean against the son of a famous witch nor was she supposed to long to kiss him with aching fingers.
She felt his breath brush along her lips before Dean closed in and left her warm at the touch.
It felt far too good to kiss him despite how wrong it was; he wasn't supposed to be here at this school as even somewhat of a student, and Atsuko had not come here looking for love.
Akko longed to be a witch, not really the girlfriend of a man training to be a witch rather than a wizard.
She couldn't help but cling regardless, feeling the thunderous tremble of electricity through her veins at just the touch.
Akko longed for their hands to always be entwined and for their tongues to always play together.