She's only five, and he's got two years on her, a proud seven year old, but by golly, she might as well be seven. As she leans up on tiptoes to make up any lost height, and places a gentle kiss on one tan cheek.
And maybe, Obi really is the five year old after all, because his face shoots up in many shades of red, to nearly match Shirayuki's hair. And his legs turn to Jell-O, they must have, because Obi's a big boy, and big boys don't fall over when their pretty friends kiss their cheeks.
Obi rolls and rolls and rolls; it's hard not to when his body feels like cotton candy fluff. And hopefully, his pounding heart, red face, and weightless body is not a deterrent to any future cheek kisses, because Obi is positive that today is the best day in his whole life. And he'll take a repeat day any time it may be offered.