Chocolate. Such a treat. Truly a great wonder.
For what else drives away sadness, brightens a day, and connects people of different tongues?
What else can be as sweet as a rose, as bitter as disappointment, and as rich as the most luxurious silk, all at once?
What other treat makes a mouth water in anticipation, then lasts not nearly long enough?
What else blends so delightfully with other flavors, and yet tastes so divine on it's own?
What is more tempting?
What else has all these attributes and more?
What, I ask, is sweeter than chocolate?
Usagi looked up from the poem she was studying as schoolwork, her gaze falling on her half-finished chocolate milkshake. Suddenly, it didn't seem as appealing as it normally did. Though when starting the poem, her mouth hadwatered, her reaction
changed as she read. Now, the author's last words ringing in her ears, she felt uneasy. The poem did not sit right with her.
She cast her gaze around the arcade, trying to distract herself from her weird mood. Her eyes stopped on Mamoru, tucked into a booth, textbooks and papers spread out before him, a crease marking his brow as he read.
Usagi absorbed the sight of him — messy dark hair hanging over his forehead, blue eyes focused, fingers marking multiple spots in his notes, wearing that green jacket she despised. But what really drew her attention were her lips. Pink and soft. He was
pulling on them with his teeth absent-mindedly, a sight that was making her pulse hammer with desire, in a way it never had before.
What is sweeter than chocolate?
The words ran through her mind, spurred on by the sight of Mamoru, and now Usagi knew the answer.
A kiss.