If they'd been anyplace else— If they hadn't been in the infirmary, maybe this would have worked, Ryusei thought blurrily, staring at the some point on the edge of the bed as he forced his breathing back to normal. Eventually, the static disappeared from his vision, and Ryusei was able to look up, and stare.
Kengo hadn't let go. Ryusei released his grip on Kengo's shirt, carefully tucking his arm by his side so as not to accidentally graze Kengo's body anywhere.
That's right, Kengo was the one who did it. Ryusei couldn't help but feel, though, that he'd started it, and he was the one who hadn't been able to go through with it. If they'd been anyplace else....
Force the panic down. Focus— Focus on Kengo's face. Ryusei moved the arm that Kengo held, put it on the wall by Kengo's waist. He leaned in again, clutching the bedcovers, and perhaps it was because he was guarding against it this time that Ryusei was able to keep the panic to a low simmer and his lips could make it all the way to Kengo.
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Kengo hadn't let go. Ryusei released his grip on Kengo's shirt, carefully tucking his arm by his side so as not to accidentally graze Kengo's body anywhere.
That's right, Kengo was the one who did it. Ryusei couldn't help but feel, though, that he'd started it, and he was the one who hadn't been able to go through with it. If they'd been anyplace else....
Force the panic down. Focus— Focus on Kengo's face. Ryusei moved the arm that Kengo held, put it on the wall by Kengo's waist. He leaned in again, clutching the bedcovers, and perhaps it was because he was guarding against it this time that Ryusei was able to keep the panic to a low simmer and his lips could make it all the way to Kengo.