They sat, wordlessly, in each other arms for what felt like an endless amount of time.
Eventually, Nonoha suddenly sat up. "Oh my god, I need my hairband, my hair is all, like—"
"I think your hair is beautiful." He moved his arm a few inches, as if he had moved to stroke it (wishful thinking?) and then had second thoughts.
"Beautiful—I—Kaito, don't you think it's pretty when my hair is up?" Nonoha tried to look indignant, but not too indignant, so it would be clear that she was trying to tease.
From the way Kaito's face reddened, she wasn't sure she hit the mark.
"It's—no, see, it's a different type of beauty, like when your hair is up, you look very neat, which is great, it's like a solved puzzle is pleasing, but when your hair is down, you have this other kind of beauty, a wild beauty, an allure, like a messy puzzle waiting to be solved—"
"You think I'm a puzzle?"
He leaned away. "No, I mean, I think you're a person, Nonoha, don't ever doubt that I think you're a person, I just—"
But Nonoha just burst out laughing. "Kaito, I'm just teasing."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"You really find me… alluring?" Nonoha did her best to sound seductive.
"I—"
Nonoha leaned forward and put her arms around Kaito again, and put her face close enough that their noses were nearly touching. Kaito took the cue and kissed her.
Nonoha accepted the kiss and made out with Kaito with all the fiery passion she could muster. Their lips locked for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Kaito seemed to find the bravery to do what Nonoha had been waiting for and began to unbutton Nonoha's shirt. Nonoha moved to pull off Kaito's own shirt, and he obliged by lifting his arms. Nonoha admired Kaito's well-muscled chest while he admired Nonoha's sexy figure.
She pressed her lips to Kaito's again, feeling his skin, while he reached around to unclasp her bra, his hands fumbling with the strap for an embarrassingly long minute.
"Kaito," Nonoha said, leaning back. "I think we found a puzzle you can't solve."
