He held it for as long as he could, but eventually he had to pull away. He had an excuse; even normally, people couldn't kiss forever, could they? If Ryusei only leaned back and didn't use his hands, maybe he could hide his shaking. The fingers he'd rested against the wall had started to hurt from the pressure he'd put on it in the attempt not to curl into a fist.

He turned to face forward, put his hands in his lap. "Kengo...."

It was gratifying, and scary, when he thought about how tightly Kengo had been holding him. Didn't people start dating first before they kissed? He clasped his hands, suddenly nervous in a completely different way. The order had gotten messed up. How were they supposed to proceed from here? If Kengo would accept it at all—

"Kengo. Do— do you mean it?" He had to, right? That had been twice. Ryusei couldn't bring himself to turn around and look at him. Just— Just in case—