The blond stared.
The girl looked to him.
Their eyes met.
"Jun."
"Hikari."
"... You have a fly on your nose." She giggled at the stupid look the boy gave himself as he tried to lick the fly off his nose with his tongue.
"Ish not working," he spat out, trying his hardest not to direct his tongue into his nose. "Ish not working!" he repeated.
"Of course it's not going to work! You don't have a long enough nose to do something like that." He was served an eye roll. "Here. Let me." She leaned in and touched his nose, the fly finally making its glorious exit. But her finger remained.
It was on his nose.
His eyes were on her.
She had her eyes on him.
He leaned in.
She leaned in.
And they—
Smacked each other on the cheek.