Gomen. I'm going to try to finish this soon.
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Once their kiss had broken, Seiya was gasping for breath. He was tired, worn out, and had a throbbing head ache, but that didn't stop him from being excited about Makoto staying the night.
"Wow..." she said, gazing down at his hand.
"Hai, wow..." he said, gazing at her pinkened cheeks.
"Um...." she sat there, trying to think of something to say, but could think of absolutely nothing.
"I'm sure you're tired, right?" he asked, trying to make conversation to a degree.
"I guess."
"Why don't you just rest here, and I'll go into the-" he said starting to get up, but he felt a firm grasp around his wrist.
"Dozo, don't go." she said, eyes looking into his pleadingly.
He nodded as he lay down, then did she, laying her head on his chest. She smelt-of him. His shampoo, his robe, his shirt, him entirely.
He just lay there, looking down at her sleeping form, smiling.
" I guess I do love her.....there's only one problem, however....how will everyone, including Makoto, herself, and the princess react?'
He sat up, just gazing at her, with her hand tightly grasping the fabric of his shirt, and letting himself search for a solution until the agonizing lack of sleep was too much to take, and he let sleep overcome him
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Once their kiss had broken, Seiya was gasping for breath. He was tired, worn out, and had a throbbing head ache, but that didn't stop him from being excited about Makoto staying the night.
"Wow..." she said, gazing down at his hand.
"Hai, wow..." he said, gazing at her pinkened cheeks.
"Um...." she sat there, trying to think of something to say, but could think of absolutely nothing.
"I'm sure you're tired, right?" he asked, trying to make conversation to a degree.
"I guess."
"Why don't you just rest here, and I'll go into the-" he said starting to get up, but he felt a firm grasp around his wrist.
"Dozo, don't go." she said, eyes looking into his pleadingly.
He nodded as he lay down, then did she, laying her head on his chest. She smelt-of him. His shampoo, his robe, his shirt, him entirely.
He just lay there, looking down at her sleeping form, smiling.
" I guess I do love her.....there's only one problem, however....how will everyone, including Makoto, herself, and the princess react?'
He sat up, just gazing at her, with her hand tightly grasping the fabric of his shirt, and letting himself search for a solution until the agonizing lack of sleep was too much to take, and he let sleep overcome him