[finesse is not what Edamura is asking for. . . nor does he really have it himself, considering his own limited experiences. but that's okay; it's his confidence that carries him. the confidence of the match ceremony and the lights afterwards that see him pressing just a bit closer when he senses reciprocation. Edamura's fingers flex into the fabric of Rom's shirt, head tilting slightly to the side to better match that angle, all the while the tension in his shoulders eases away, running off his back like rainwater. it has been a while. it has been a long while. when was the last time he opened himself up to someone like this. . . ? even if it's slow and gentle and perfectly chaste, when was the last time he let down his guards this much. . .?]
[the kiss ends, and Edamura draws back as well, trying not to think too hard about the shade of red that paints his features. he doesn't miss it. the unfamiliar, uncharacteristic hint of softness in Rom's gaze, the small flicker of uncertainty that edges his own smile--]
[-- but then it is gone, replaced by a swath of dark fabric as the brim of that hat covers his eyes]
Hey--
[protesting noise?? but it's muted by a laugh as Edamura releases Rom's shirt to grasp at that hat instead, tugging it even further down his face like the stupid blushing maiden he is]
. . . I don't think it works for me as much as it does you.
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[the kiss ends, and Edamura draws back as well, trying not to think too hard about the shade of red that paints his features. he doesn't miss it. the unfamiliar, uncharacteristic hint of softness in Rom's gaze, the small flicker of uncertainty that edges his own smile--]
[-- but then it is gone, replaced by a swath of dark fabric as the brim of that hat covers his eyes]
Hey--
[protesting noise?? but it's muted by a laugh as Edamura releases Rom's shirt to grasp at that hat instead, tugging it even further down his face like the stupid blushing maiden he is]
. . . I don't think it works for me as much as it does you.