It's the end of the world. Or the start of a new one if he can work his brain to go through with his plan.
Hell, Shinjiro can't even label his thoughts as a coherent and logical plan because can't figure out A from F.
Evening blots the sky navy and Minako and he are at the playground. The glow of overhead lights tosses enough whiteness over the toys to see clearly, but creates shadows on the bench they're sharing. They've been chatting about their daily woes and successes. Minako has inched closer to Shinjiro as their topics taper off.
Muteness reigns. Minako stares at him pointedly, knowingly… longingly. Her ruby eyes linger on his lips, reassuring him that yes, he won't be an idiot if he takes the plunge. She wants the thing he's thinking too much about and Shinjiro yearns to pass and get his awkwardness over and done with.
What was that phrase Aki kept whacking into him about training? Something about practice and perfection?
What could a trial run hurt? Shinjiro tugs at Minako's magnetic stare wordlessly, luring her in with captivation. His alluring self doesn't seem to include his body, despite his damnest to want to touch her.
Apparently, his body experiences a delayed reaction. He feels her mouth on his. Shinjiro blinks in surprise, at warmth, excitement and nerves all firing through his body at once.
Their kiss sweetens in deepness like reaching the concentrated center of cotton candy. Finally, Shinjiro's arms loop around her with no effort and his eyes close to savor his treat.
Shinjiro is going to love attending practices.
