Disclaimer: A Kiss, Love, and a Prince and all characters therein are copyright Morinaga Mllk. I'm just borrowing them for nefarious (but nonprofit!) purposes.

Note: "Sempai" means "upperclassman," in this instance.

Fantasy and Reality

The Fantasy:

Your first kiss will be with a handsome boy. He will smile at you, shyly confessing his feelings, and you will blush, closing your eyes as he leans in and presses his lips to yours. Your heart will be racing with excitement, and there will be fireworks. You will live Happily Ever After with your "prince."

The Reality:

Your wrists are tied behind your back, held in place with Sempai's hair ribbon. She's bound them loosely enough that you can move them a bit, but the edges tickle against the edge of your palms whenever you try to move. Your heart is racing with fear.

She gently undoes your braids, running her fingers through your hair as she finishes. You're blushing, as you have been throughout your practice with her, and you feel even more self-conscious now than you did before.

You try to embrace your fear, your embarrassment, and this feeling of being bound; You imagine yourself her captive as you read your lines. You close your eyes, getting into your part more, though you're still careful not to mess up any of your lines.

Her hand touches your cheek, her fingers threading into your hair. With your eyes closed, you didn't see her leaning in, nor did you see the soft look in her eyes as she watched you read your lines.

She is holding your face between her hands. As her lips press against your own, your eyes fly open in shock. There are no fireworks, no excitement. She is not your prince, and you are not her princess; the two of you are merely acting out someone else's fantasy. You know that if her eyes were open, it would not be you that she was seeing.

Your two characters may have a Happily Ever After, but you will not. She has stolen your first kiss, that precious commodity you've been saving for the Right Person, and wasted it, simply because she got carried away in playing her part. You are angry with her, and you want it back.

You want it back.